This is a song about "Specs string realtime pulse security"

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string.

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Look at billions we've invested in our "homeland security",

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

The homeland security gaffeled me over seas

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes