This is a song about "Rubber bands"

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I might just bust and these bullets aint rubber

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

U fell in love with my lyrics, they just fuked u n burst! wit no rubber

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Out here fucking bitches popping bands