This is a song about "Dissing muslim who plays guitar"

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Not dissing anyone or showing hate

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Pull up to my trap, i full plays

Just know that i'm always

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

You dissing everybody on the block rapping who ain't you,

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Shaking their ass when dj plays this

Uppity bitches, handling business

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Who makes up stories with an act who plays tough