This is a song about "Air in the booty"

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

One in the air for the people who fight

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Feeling like the air is hard to breathe in

And i love your mind and ambition

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

We vegetables, on them record labels

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

So gon' and be my dealer baby

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,