This is a song about "Love in the air"

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

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

That bitch was racist, got me fired

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there