This is a song about "Hunnid bands"

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

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

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

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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,