This is a song about "Hood by air"

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I send my niggas through your hood

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

But now your under a hood

This information is vital, look

And never should you tear

I can smell it in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Og like the prince of bel air,