This is a song about "My guitar"

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

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

So anything do is everything to you

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks