This is a song about "Hella bands"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

Feel hella awkward, when they auction of coffins.

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

As i light one for ill will

Just kids with hella fuel

Makin hella pesos

Live from the lamont's rose