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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Im trapped and love is the only key,

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

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I don't even breathe the same air

Right, now you say you don't care

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family