This is a song about "Loom bands"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

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

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

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Bands will make her dance so baby go

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

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

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