This is a song about "Loom bands"

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

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

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

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

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

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

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