This is a song about "Band"

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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

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

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

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

Either a gang nor band but the people still roar like lions when i make more fans

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

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

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Plus you should rap in a kg band

Smoking on water vapor i'm the only savior no a boy band but i got mindless

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Your best lines are a rubber band gun