This is a song about "Mighty maroon band"

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

I understand i'm back by popular demand

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

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

Randyrhino you claim to be king sitting high and mighty

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I lost my connection with my woman

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

But i'm a mighty duck not to be underestimated

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

The mighty god, lord, christ, allah, or just yourself.

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast