This is a song about "Molly bands fucking"

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

While she pop that molly and i rip off her thong

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

The legs for treks of odysseys oddly gleams bright as molly teens

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

I'm bent off that drink, but i don't touch that molly

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see