This is a song about "Bands"

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Bands will make her dance so baby go

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

I got a green bag with them blue strands

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands