This is a song about "Bands"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Bands will make her dance so baby go

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,