This is a song about "Bands"

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

We getting money, you can face the facts

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

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

Bands will make her dance so baby go

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Know it good when she go no hands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands