This is a song about "Strung"

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Maybe its this vicodin that strung me out like a violin thats why i'm white

This music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Car with no limit what

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Escape this face it you to dumb this lyrical labrynth got you strung