This is a song about "10 bands 50 bands 100bands"

Yelawolf, 50, and don't forget tech nina,

And if the cops come, i just hit amnesia

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

It can fit like 50 gallons fool

Carol city or was it the west

50 blunts a day, that's my game, undeclared

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Thinking of having a quick trip three, split me 50/50, lift me

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy