This is a song about "A guitar"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Say bye bye to her

I'm a pro your a minor,

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

Influences are a dime a dozen

Its a challenge breaking a habit

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

She don’t give her nigga head

Just a warning not a threat