This is a song about "Loom bands"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

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

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

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