This is a song about "All these bands"

Hit the club she drop it low

Bands will make her dance so baby go

We getting money, you can face the facts

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Confused by all these grids.

It's moe, all i need is more chips

They slowly showin they colors

All these so called new schoolers

But for long time i had gone cold

All these things until they unfold