This is a song about "Bel air"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Believing the screens or anything there

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

A life where we don't need no welfare

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare