This is a song about "Countin bands"

While you're countin sheep it's me who's creepin through your damn dream

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

We getting money, you can face the facts

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

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

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

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

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

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands