This is a song about "No strings"

No hesitations no waits

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Rap game tighter that shabazz shoe strings

The deepest of your feelings

I think i'm seein' angel strings, my god! my brain is best soakin'!//

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

They are an illuminati puppet, being pulled on their strings,

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

Am i the unsung hero? oh yes if you asking anybody that's aware of the classics

And these shape-shifting hoes

No, no, we are not those

Champagne no chain no diamonds

And panned out, i'm all in love