This is a song about "Money hoes cars trapping racks bands"

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Out here fucking bitches popping bands