This is a song about "Guitar"

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

With such an ugly picture in it and

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

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

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

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

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

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

I can play binary search better than guitar