This is a song about "A band"

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

Any thing to say a a a a a a

A legend have to bow, africa

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Top ranked, number one my son

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

But the plan is to show you that i understand

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids