This is a song about "Heart strings"

And by the way i'mma start

You shot right through my heart.

She don’t give her nigga head

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

From the time that you stole my heart

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Demagogues up top pullin' strings instead

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Like a small garage in your backyard

I loved you with all my heart

They don't hear my bark

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

No distraction, just heart to heart human interaction