This is a song about "Getting bands"

The horney, ornery rhinocerous getting cocky

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Getting tired of compulsive liars

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Shits getting serious.

Hop off the bus

But that's what he liked her

Enemies getting closer.

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks