This is a song about "Band wagon"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

But what can one boy do against a band.

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

See with a district columbia vision

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Plus you should rap in a kg band

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Am i a one man boy band, nah this ain't no backstreet,