This is a song about "100 bands"

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

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

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

I make 100 millions without a robbery

100 years ago women couldn't even vote

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Rats get mouse trapped

But this shit is 100% fact

I don't spit nothing but 100% real shit.

Because there ain't no coming back from that

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands