This is a song about "Rubber band"

Rubber sleeves, if you know what i mean?

Just before they seen my money in the green

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

But what can one boy do against a band.

I always use the rubber.

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Cause i got the burner in the hand

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

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

You know i don't wear a rubber

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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