This is a song about "Throw your hands up"

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

We're rising up, put your hands up, then stand strong,

Rack, rack city shit

To jump up and throw a fit

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

And now i'm finna throw them deuces up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Ill throw a rock in your hands then get a deal

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

I'm popping rubber bands

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

And now i'm finna throw them deuces up