This is a song about "Band director"

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Am i a one man boy band, nah this ain't no backstreet,

Sitting in the bathroom expecting the director

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

I broke mama heart with no college

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