This is a song about "Band aid"

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

Bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch//

Double m self made we forever rich

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

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

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

Haven't rested for five days, just trying to sleep, go to rite aid

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate