This is a song about "Air horn"

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

I can smell it in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

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

It's how we put it there

I'm running out of air

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

When i combine the two weapons i get the devil's horn

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn