This is a song about "Over here"

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

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Mc's all over the place here talking cake eaters

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Nigga fuck all the haters, i'm over here gettin' paper

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

But past & present, got me over here sweating

But reality shows ain't real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I wish mine was here, always looking over me

We’re all over here, their all over there,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

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