This is a song about "Boy bands suck"

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

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

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Dont forget to swallow when you suck