This is a song about "Bands on your teeth"

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Grind your teeth instead of your opponents

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

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

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

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

I give bitches dick and leave

Before they missing all their teeth

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Till i smash your teeth yeah thats me the baddest mc

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

You come around the underground, i'll knock your teeth out,

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout