This is a song about "Bands up"

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

We getting money, you can face the facts

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands