This is a song about "Put your hands up and your gonna get a blow"

You're lyrically outweighed, so afraid that i'll blow your rap up with a rhyme grenade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Underestimate and it'll make your motherfucking cap blow,

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

And then your bmw gonna need to be tuned up,

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Probably get a boom headshot, or walk up and break your jaw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

I shine like something in the sky

Now everybody put your hands up high

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And if you wanna be famous, put your hands in my anus