This is a song about "Air in the booty"

I can smell it in the air

Don't you leave a seed in there

No medal here, i'm well aware

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Soul music in the air nothing but blues