This is a song about "Love is the air"

Turn around and then you flip your hair

I can smell it in the air

All the hoes love me you know what it is

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

I don't even breathe the same air

For 9 years in spain had the time share

U got all them drums in there

With that weed in the air

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

No medal here, i'm well aware

Og like the prince of bel air,