This is a song about "10 bands"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Like hoes down in magic city

Artistic individuality

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Clarity barley comprehensible/

Artistic individuality

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free