This is a song about "Macbook air"

Og like the prince of bel air,

No, not on top but down there

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

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Believing the screens or anything there

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.