This is a song about "Watch how i run up the bands"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

But i find it fun how the words just run,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I run up in your spot getting invasive

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

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

You, you, you have to pay for that

I run the fucking gamut

Homie, got the industry watchin' dmv now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow