This is a song about "New band"

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

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

But what can one boy do against a band.

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

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

If you a freak, i can take you to your peak

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

This thing that you could imagine

Your best lines are a rubber band gun