This is a song about "Hunnid bands"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

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

Know it good when she go no hands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

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

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

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

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

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

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