This is a song about "Marching band"

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

But what can one boy do against a band.

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

I'm marching my people through the garden of eden//

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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