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

All my love is on her

Make me another brother

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

I don't even breathe the same air

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Az is my home and love the heat