This is a song about "Bell air"

Got our middle fingers in the air,

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

It's that crack, give you something to sell

People say i am a tinker bell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

"jdot won this battle" doesn't that ring a bell?

I'm running out of air

Hey, you right there

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Vowed i wanted life to be sweet like blue bell

Three town homes in delaware

With that weed in the air

When he yelps that means he has to go to taco bell

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell