This is a song about "Bands"

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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.

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

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

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands