This is a song about "All these bands"

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

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

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Wussup with all these lies?

After lebron, i'm what's next

Wasn't prepared for all these tears

All these bitches stop and stare

Turn around and then you flip your hair

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

All these artists crazy and satanic

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

We getting money, you can face the facts