This is a song about "Fiddle"

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

I'm triumphant like trumpets, yall bein played like a fiddle,

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

He's all alone so he doesn't have to play second fiddle,

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle