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

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

I got got my pad and pen

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

I got a girl up on my mind

This is to my unborn child

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

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

Got my hands twinned up i call em siamese

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I woked up and got washed but lost my dosh when i was cross

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Burnin up my fever is back, that's how i got ill