This is a song about "All these bands"

Wasn't prepared for all these tears

I'm on deck i'm up next

Sprouted all these money trees

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Wussup with all these lies?

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

But make sure if they do see

That's why all these bitches frosty.

Confused by all these grids.

She likes the way it hits her lips

I got a green bag with them blue strands

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

All these artists crazy and satanic

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants