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

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

I'll take her home and do her like homework

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

Watchin' cares flare up in the air like i asked 'em to leave

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

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

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

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

Woah there, woah there

I can smell it in the air

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair