This is a song about "Air in the booty"

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Three in the air for the people who struggle

With that weed in the air

But now it's more declare

I know your man ain't lovin you right

One in the air for the people who fight

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Let some in the air and say

Take me away away