This is a song about "No strings"

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

No, no, we are not those

Ain't no women at the shows

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

No failed romances, no second glances,

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Had no ambitions and no drive.

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I'm pulling all the strings, son, you feel the tension

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

But i’m praying in advance

No monopoly type flow, no chance