This is a song about "Hands in the air"

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

The saftey man had it wrong when said youre in good hands

So beat me to the bone

Live long in the hands of my own, 

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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

One in the air for the people who fight

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Lift your hands up in the air and wave'em like you just dont care

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Two in the air for the people who aint scared of heights

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Right, now you say you don't care

With that weed in the air

Air in the arteries doesn't compare to the snobbery

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty