This is a song about "Bands gun"

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

You talkin bout toting that gun

Catch you up on places i've been

Escaping from my fucken gun

And when it's said and done

Lady at the frank stand will

Puts that gun to his temple

For those whey no fit dey fix son

In the car with a gun,

I went to get the gun

Got hu women frostburg women