This is a song about "My bands up"

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Flame it up, hear my flow, i changed it up

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

While my cranium rages up,

She was the queen of the club

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

My teenage years were fucked up,

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

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

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

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants