This is a song about "I got the bands"

We getting money, you can face the facts

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

I got no chance to spit, mc's got to kick the beat,

I got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

I wasn't stopping 'til i got the bills

Big said it, more money more ills

Is it this black mercedes

I got the dizzy izzy ease

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Turn off the lights

But i got the designs