This is a song about "Air hostess job"

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

I can smell it in the air

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

He couldnt flip a pancake.. i wonder how he got the job

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

I don't even breathe the same air

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

They tryin to say that i don't care

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

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

I gotta know if it's real or not

Like they're giving me a rim job