This is a song about "Spending bands on the rise to the top"

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

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

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

So by the ignorant wondered rise

Inferior, but i'm nice

When i was on the rise

On my way to the top with theory,

Hopin' that my niggas see

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

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

Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Try to think of spending money on other things besides the platinum

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from