This is a song about "Bell air"

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

I said hey, you right there

With that weed in the air

Everyday we live and breathe the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Nope they cant tolerate a minute past the bell

I don't even breathe the same air

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

No, not on top but down there

I can smell it in the air

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Creepy carnival, does that ring a bell?