This is a song about "Bel air"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Or at least inquire similar desires

And the air force scrambles fighters

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

With that weed in the air

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

You shook my world and it felt apart

But now it's more declare

I'm running out of air