This is a song about "Love in the air"

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

I can smell it in the air

We both grown and i dont care

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I'm why baby fathers kirk

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

So they taught me to spray

Let some in the air and say