This is a song about "Fresh prince of bel air"

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Ya .ima breath fresh air watch em cough it out,

I used to think that was the shit until i saw the fresh prince

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Buyin' the best of fresh prince for the bedroom

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Two in the air for the people who aint scared of heights

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere