This is a song about "Get bands"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Bands will make her dance so baby go

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

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

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I get slight work like big sean

Dont wanna get burnt, betta get gone

Get on stage smooth, the get-up dapper

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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