This is a song about "Bel air"

And now i walk around without a care

I don't even breathe the same air

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

With that weed in the air

Might as well prepare

Everyday we live and breathe the air

We both grown and i dont care

I'm running out of air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

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