This is a song about "Loom bands"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

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

Bands will make her dance so baby go

No, just put us on death row

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

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

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

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

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