This is a song about "Bands"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

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

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Bands will make her dance so baby go

I just call it …remember all the dough

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

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

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

We getting money, you can face the facts