This is a song about "Band nerds"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

I pop one, you pop one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

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

Talk bout nerds cuz u are one

I told him get his 9 and run

I make fun of faggots, nerds and fatties

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

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

You nerds r delicate rap u failed in it

My words are weapons im disectin the nerds im wrecking

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing