This is a song about "Fiddle"

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

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

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

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

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track