This is a song about "In the lord s hands now"

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Put your hands in the air, bank clerk... work!!!

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

You females don't understand i'm in no mood for games/it's a damn shame/ how

I keep looking up to the heavens asking the lord what do i do now,

Curl up like big worm when i drop

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

Don't worry for in the lord you have a friend

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less