This is a song about "I got my first real 6 string"

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

World's got me on my hands and knees like when i first learned to crawl

And i got them gold bottles, first place

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

Meek milly racked up racked out

I like my weed real loud real loud

Going broke, no sir

This is my first cypher,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

Baseball is my first love

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces