This is a song about "Band saw"

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

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Saw the bombs on the news

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Hoppin' out a van

Once i saw a blind man

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Every time ya saw me