This is a song about "My bands up"

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

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

I know you're mad, but so what

My teenage years were fucked up,

And put my wrist up something similar to a stick up

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Shades: lv was a little dough

Set up my own home studio

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

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

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

Consequences of my charming chatter up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what