This is a song about "My guitar"

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

High on loud when i be ridin' out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

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

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

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

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for