This is a song about "Bel air"

Og like the prince of bel air,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

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

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

Talking about the god you serve

And the air force scrambles fighters

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

Got our middle fingers in the air,