This is a song about "Throw me in the air"

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

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Or throw in the white towell

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I will never throw that flag that's failing right in the air by your mile

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

And now i walk around without a care

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

He told me "just sit in this room with air-conditioner