This is a song about "Free bands"

Walk that body, talk that body

In life nothings comes free

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

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Cut it loose and let it free,

Hey, must be the money

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

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

That's why i'm makin' money

Living young and wild and free