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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And the air force scrambles fighters

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

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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

On your throat, lungs and on your heart till your breath is lacking air to depart.

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

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

When we not in summer

All my love is on her

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

And now i walk around without a care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Yh, we do it air max,on the ankles/

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles