This is a song about "All these bands"

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

All these issues i'm facing

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Sprouted all these money trees

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

For all of these illiterate idiots.

All these artists crazy and satanic

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick