This is a song about "Bands"

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

We getting money, you can face the facts

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Bands will make her dance so baby go

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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