This is a song about "Guitar forests nature"

I can play binary search better than guitar

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Change the nature of the game, spit flames, incinerate

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

See, she would complained of the tested nature

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Its human nature to open doors to neighbors but if they knockin i wont talk to them,

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

But i can't because my nature is fuckin' psychopath,

I think about effects of human nature and its flaming wrath,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last