This is a song about "Guitar chord"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

Head bangs, back n' forth / it's attached to the strap of an elastic chord

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Inside the tent on the beach after swimming out chord, keys

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Cause you got your dream too, whether it be in a race car or playing guitar/

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips