This is a song about "Cardboard guitar"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

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

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

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Hip hop core that tore your shit like cardboard

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Cause you got your dream too, whether it be in a race car or playing guitar/

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are