This is a song about "Band theory"

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

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

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

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