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

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

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

Feeling like the air is hard to breathe in

First off congratulations on the win

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Park my plane right there

With that weed in the air

I can smell it in the air

I said hey, you right there