This is a song about "A band"

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

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

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

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

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

You are so stupid to understand that you can't even rap in a kg band

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Just a warning not a threat

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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