This is a song about "Band nerds"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Nah bro, that crap is just for nerds

I use somethin smarter than your everyday nerds

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

When i step to the mic i instantly crack nerds

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

You can it praying to the nerds

Singing my life with his words

My words are weapons im disectin the nerds im wrecking

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

But fuck it im so rich ill buy a team of nerds

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