This is a song about "Rubber band"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Ride with me even when scared- join my 'band' like ring fingers.

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Yea i have a career stretching and its like a rubber band

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Fuck a rubber, my cums inbound

So don't ask me why they strung out

Fucking your mother 'n' sister with a banana in a rubber

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

I'm burnin rubber, heat up this track, so call me hot wheels

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

The bitch feel. if i'm fast i'm burning the rubber

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

But what can one boy do against a band.