This is a song about "Rubber"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

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

Peel out, burnin rubber

I pipe in and one night her

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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

Took the van, went snatch her

You know i don't wear a rubber

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

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

I might just bust and these bullets aint rubber

Account overdraft what i got this debit for