This is a song about "Ray bands"

Girl listen, trying to position

Ray bradbury,but that wasn't fiction

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

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

So ray j went straight to radio station the very next day

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

Watch them get they monica on all day

Concrete buildings yea they block my ray.

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

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