This is a song about "Bands"

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.

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Bands will make her dance so baby go

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

We getting money, you can face the facts