This is a song about "Strung"

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

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

Pacing the floor like a strung out meth addict

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance