This is a song about "Bel air"

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Believing the screens or anything there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Turn around and then you flip your hair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

I stay fresh prince like i live in bel-air

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.