This is a song about "Hunnid bands"

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Keep it 1 hunnid sike i mean 4hunnid tellem other girls shake it left right

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

Keep it 1 hunnid sike i mean 4hunnid tell yo girl shake it left right