This is a song about "Marching band"

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

But what can one boy do against a band.

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Am i a one man boy band, nah this ain't no backstreet,

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek