This is a song about "Got bands"

And to my side i've got

Red dots cause i’m red hot

I got my drink, i got my music

Killing these niggas off quick

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I fucking hate this job

We'll fuck up everything we got,

Got through elementary,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

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

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

Yes sir, please confess

I got more and you got less

You got fired i got promoted

Cause now you got me hopped up on that