This is a song about "Benz bands and bitches"

I swear ri got a hit with this

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

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

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

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

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Its maybe that, my shoes and this benz,she in it with me

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Know it good when she go no hands

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

And if you looka all the bitches...

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with