This is a song about "Band aids"

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

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

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

Remember these are the people who started aids

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

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Plus you should rap in a kg band