This is a song about "Bands on deck"

Probably die getting some head

Bitches on his dick [deck]

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

His neck was stuck inside the tape deck,

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

I'm on deck yo, batter up

She said i'm ready to fuck