This is a song about "Putting up yor hands in the air"

I can smell it in the air

I said hey, you right there

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

And left my hand up in the air like i just shot the j

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Insane like ed gein, putting dope in the vein, by the bundles.

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups