This is a song about "Air"

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

And the air force scrambles fighters

Og like the prince of bel air,

They tryin to say that i don't care

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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