This is a song about "Love is the air"

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Got our middle fingers in the air,

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

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

The game is my faith, i love fame, i’m paving the way,

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Multiple middle fingers in the air