This is a song about "String chees"

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

That anything worth everything it takes a string of time man

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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