This is a song about "Love in the air"

We vegetables, on them record labels

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

I jump in the air to glide, she don’t want to fight

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

I can smell it in the air

Feeling like the air is hard to breathe in

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

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

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal