This is a song about "Bands"

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I got a green bag with them blue strands

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

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

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

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

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

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