This is a song about "Air"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

For 9 years in spain had the time share

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

I don't even breathe the same air

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

With that weed in the air

We just went there

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care