This is a song about "To many bands"

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

How many verses i gotta murder to,

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

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

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

At the end many tanks to emcees who voted carlcee's raps

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

How many verses i gotta murder to

I can walk out to so many!

My kick game be making fifa envy

So many habbits to change after i start to obey

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day