This is a song about "Strings"

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

They are an illuminati puppet, being pulled on their strings,

I work hard for everything i get

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

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

Tethered strings are severed quick that've held all my feather wings

Demagogues up top pullin' strings instead

I don't want you to have my permit yet

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Rap game tighter that shabazz shoe strings

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I'm pulling all the strings, son, you feel the tension