This is a song about "An diva obsessed with band aids"

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

I just write that right by a mic stand

I'm stressed just not quite, obsessed with bein' liked

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

But they know i'm to obsessed with rappin', it's my life only goal view//

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

Ride with me even when scared- join my 'band' like ring fingers.

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche