This is a song about "Clap hands now throuwin flet caps"

Now everybody put your hands up high

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

You got mad style and now my hands tied

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

But by now, im on face book crying with all caps

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Just sit nicely and clap.

Snapple fact: you rather wack

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,