This is a song about "Bands on deck"

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Twins on deck call em siamese,

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Try to avoid any criminal activity on deck,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Unions they always on deck

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

I got a green bag with them blue strands

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Bands will make her dance so baby go