This is a song about "Air"

Og like the prince of bel air,

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

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Like they not gon' stare

With that weed in the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I can smell it in the air

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

And now i walk around without a care