This is a song about "String conn"

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking

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

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

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

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

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick