This is a song about "A band"

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

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Yea i have a career stretching and its like a rubber band

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

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

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots