This is a song about "To many bands"

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

How many verses i gotta murder to

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

I make many enemies when my entity comes out to play.

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

How many verses i gotta murder to

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

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

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

Im realistic im ballistic so many words to describe my

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie