This is a song about "Mini band"

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

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

If you wanna be the first to drive mini stars to parks

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Compact my verses like a mini cooper

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

As soon as his favorite student is found in mini skirt