This is a song about "Band theory"

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

You are so stupid to understand that you can't even rap in a kg band

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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