This is a song about "Ban"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Rocking pieces on the transit, got a legal wall now the towns tryna ban it,

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

I vanished from where you are, until you stop the weed and ban it

Ban on bandana, go bananas on the other hand

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I vanished from where you are, until you stop the weed and ban it

He's making people homeless, and he's really trying to ban the porn?

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

Act as spunky ban-dit/does feared tasks n get flummery my head will be tripping

Ramos and ban hoes a hip hop giant, leave you lying , dying , looking up to me

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see