This is a song about "Bands by me"

All you niggas die

Just me trying to skate by

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

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

Students fresh their studies by reading me!

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Song and lyrics by watsky. covered by me.

These days it seems that they've been passing me by

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

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

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

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free