This is a song about "Boy bands suck"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

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

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

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

I already know you suck

Money i make em buck

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

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

I got a green bag with them blue strands

And understand i work hard to make these bands.