This is a song about "Wave your hands in the air"

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

I ain't trynna be forward

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Your arteries clog right in front of me simply from just the air you breathe

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

Those shroom's in your hands where'd they go?

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I'm popping rubber bands