This is a song about "Ass in the air"

And i'm suspended in the air floating

You know that love is a very serious thing

And its simple as that baby

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

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

Apparent in the air that there's hysteria, they'll bury ya,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I'll take her home and do her like homework

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