This is a song about "Band theory"

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Y'all could never hurt theory, i'll make y'all niggas fear me,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Ride with me even when scared- join my 'band' like ring fingers.

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

I just write that right by a mic stand

But what can one boy do against a band.

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

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

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

I understand i'm back by popular demand

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

I pop one, you pop one