This is a song about "Band wagon"

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

The sight of great makes you cower in shame and get on a wagon

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Im spittin flame like a dragon, make you cower in shame, get on a wagon

They say that karats help your vision

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

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

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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