This is a song about "Marching band"

Yea i have a career stretching and its like a rubber band

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

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

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Plus you should rap in a kg band

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.