This is a song about "Ass in the air"

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

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

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

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

And i'm suspended in the air floating

And this will be the song that we sing

Gluteus is in the air make sure that bitches ass is up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

But i think i like that, just maybe

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,