This is a song about "Ray bands"

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

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

Dea intercepted the package, doa, yall still sittin home watching rachel ray

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Ray bradbury,but that wasn't fiction

Of my rap ray. my parade day on may.

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

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

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

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

But it stoppes at one point then continues like a ray