This is a song about "Put your clout up"

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

And put my wrist up something similar to a stick up

They'll put shivers in your spines,

Just to make it in this broadway lights

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Now everybody put your hands up high

Put your face in a book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

That shit was wack as fuck

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Murder chop your bodies up, put it on a sack then put them on a stack

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

And if you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Remember when i put your ass up on a shelf?