This is a song about "String"

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

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

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

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Are you coming?to the point that your running

Rather sit on the side than pull every string,

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

And she would do anything for everything

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

That anything worth everything it takes a string of time man

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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