This is a song about "Playing guitar"

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Y you bitches think im playing,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Girls always playing games with emotions

Playing christ to these enemies

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

These motherfuckers think i'm playing, i ain't playing games,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

My god come before this bread

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Lyrics like i'm playing scramble/