This is a song about "Band camp"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Yea i have a career stretching and its like a rubber band

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

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

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Either a gang nor band but the people still roar like lions when i make more fans

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

They want me to concentrate in a camp

I’m coming back like light-skin and

About disaster in the world and

But what can one boy do against a band.