This is a song about "Air"

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

No, not on top but down there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

Woah there, woah there

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

The way they hit her i just stop and stare