This is a song about "Dave matthews band"

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Burn it like it's dave koresh, make sure i don't make a mess,

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Either a gang nor band but the people still roar like lions when i make more fans