This is a song about "Love is in the air"

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

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

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Two in the air for the people who aint scared of heights

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

No air for you, the only way your living is cuz im breathing in your lungs!

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

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

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

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

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth