This is a song about "I got my bands up"

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Got caught a few times, i was good as locked up

The thoughts i've thought up lost up in my brain, man i got enough to

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Got my hands twinned up i call em siamese

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

I got my drink, i got my music