This is a song about "Bel air"

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

I stay fresh prince like i live in bel-air

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Park my plane right there

With that weed in the air

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Everyday we live and breathe the air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair