This is a song about "My guitar"

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

I'm going off the top of the brain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for