This is a song about "Loom bands"

We getting money, you can face the facts

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

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

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

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Never break, took a break though