This is a song about "All these bands"

We hustle to survive

Wussup with all these lies?

Confused by all these grids.

All green nigga pick six

Overall abolition , overhauling all these systems

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

All these bitches stop and stare

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Wasn't prepared for all these tears

You'll be rich in 2010 if you bought shares

All these fake shady's commence utilize

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

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

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Sprouted all these money trees

Like being garbage some type of disease