This is a song about "Bel air"

Og like the prince of bel air,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

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

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

With that weed in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air