This is a song about "Playing guitar"

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

Your playing my shit on repeat

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Nestled in my brain, life's a game but i'm not playing

Tire marks, tire marks

Four more tarts playing harps

Cause i ain't playing around

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

And i'm not playing around

This is fine dine take out