This is a song about "Hands in the air"

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

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

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

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Rub my back, then let me lay

Let some in the air and say

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

I can smell it in the air

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles