This is a song about "A band"

Am i a one man boy band, nah this ain't no backstreet,

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche