This is a song about "Couple bands"

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

For setting up traps

Produce me a couple fans

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Now fast forward a couple years

So here i am at the store for some chips

Good kids make bad grown ups

I downed a couple slugs

Yeah i then sold a couple o's to a couple hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands