This is a song about "Run up the bands"

Three j's took me this high

The chap stick has run dry,

I will put ya on the run, i’ll put ya on the run

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I can run up to the station, grab some hostages or,

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

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

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

Going for the long run

Cold world no blanket son

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands