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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Og like the prince of bel air,

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

We race foreign cars, custom models

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

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

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

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

The way they hit her i just stop and stare