This is a song about "Fiddle"

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

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

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