This is a song about "My guitar"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

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

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun