This is a song about "Bands on deck"

Third ward general, young cash money

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Unions they always on deck

Five shots she ready to leave

Twins on deck call em siamese,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Suspect on deck that's that speck to me

Just sit back and relax and take it easy