This is a song about "Rubber bands"

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

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Innovative and i'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

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

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Ballin til the buzzer blow

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave