This is a song about "Air planes"

I know what it takes

Rolling up' paper planes

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

And now the present got you struggling

Planes packed with blow im piloting

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

For 9 years in spain had the time share