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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

My heartbeat, skips beat. my aorta lies in your hands.

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

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

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

I can smell it in the air

U got all them drums in there

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks