This is a song about "Guitar and piano"

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Carolina where i made it from

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Grab the scissors and saws and

I can play binary search better than guitar

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Social conditioning and

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

This how i hear it different

And remember what i said and