This is a song about "Head band"

And think alone in my head

My god come before this bread

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch//

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Yea i have a career stretching and its like a rubber band

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

The ear worms in my head,

Give us this day, our daily bread

Code red, which means you go red

Loving you is clouding my head

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics