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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

All my love is on her

I am much better

There's never ever silence on the streets, understand the love,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I can smell it in the air

They tryin to say that i don't care

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,