This is a song about "Loom bands"

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

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

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

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

No, just put us on death row

Bands will make her dance so baby go