This is a song about "All these bands"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Overall abolition , overhauling all these systems

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Sprouted all these money trees

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

All these artists crazy and satanic

And california on that jerk shit

I need a backyard full court size

Wussup with all these lies?

600 benz, house six hundred grand

All these pussies i've tapped