This is a song about "String chees"

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

That anything worth everything it takes a string of time man

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick