This is a song about "My old guitar"

See i was in my room, on my old xbox.

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

I force myself into my old self again,

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Your shit is old, but nigga my shit is brand new.

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

My ride old but my rims new,

And while you doin you

Leaving your old face remoulded placed onto my new face,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head