This is a song about "Hot air balloons"

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

I'm steady well known from here to bel air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

I got you guessing im fully computed im so hot the air feel humid like a soldier im to be saluted

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

And got her room number, you can find me there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I don't even breathe the same air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare