This is a song about "Got bands"

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

I got my drink, i got my music

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

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

And to my side i've got

I gotta know if it's real or not

I got more and you got less

I just play my part make moves like chess

Girls fast how jamaicans run

U got 1000 enemies i got none

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Immortality like i have got

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Bands will make her dance so baby go