This is a song about "Bel air"

And the air force scrambles fighters

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And got her room number, you can find me there

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

No medal here, i'm well aware

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear