This is a song about "Hands in the air"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

They tryin to say that i don't care

With that weed in the air

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

I can smell it in the air

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

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

One in the air for the people who fight

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel