This is a song about "Bel air road"

Og like the prince of bel air,

Park my plane right there

And got her room number, you can find me there

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

And never should you tear

I'm running out of air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Multiple middle fingers in the air

And the air force scrambles fighters

Or at least inquire similar desires

Uh, the road not taken

Atl was tipping them

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair