This is a song about "Loom bands"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

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

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that