This is a song about "String"

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

I love to write, make knotted string art that's jail life.

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

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

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

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

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

I've strung a string to stream beneath the seams of scenes an things

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Rather sit on the side than pull every string,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing