This is a song about "My guitar"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

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

My streaks my testament.

Clap two times if you drunk

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes