This is a song about "Countin bands"

But i'm still countin' leu like my name, a spatula,

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

I know you're weak an secretly tweakin countin petals knowin you gonna lose

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Finna grab a bowl countin bites im gonn take

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

We getting money, you can face the facts