This is a song about "Band camp"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

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

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

With such an ugly picture in it and