This is a song about "Bel air"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

I don't even breathe the same air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

And got her room number, you can find me there

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air