This is a song about "Huunid 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?

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Bands will make her dance so baby go

She probably had a reason though

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,

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties