This is a song about "Get bands"

Know it good when she go no hands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Dont wanna get burnt, betta get gone

Looking so damn right you're wrong

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Everyday as i get older, people get colder,

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I need everything i can get…

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Get on stage smooth, the get-up dapper

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Play hard to get, females get jealous

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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