This is a song about "Marching band"

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Miami nights, ain't another one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Either a gang nor band but the people still roar like lions when i make more fans

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

But my plan is to show you that i understand

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band