This is a song about "Teardrops on my guitar"

Cause you got your dream too, whether it be in a race car or playing guitar/

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

You already are caged

Got on my signature paint

Now everybody put your hands up high

On my ride on the bills baby i

My sim card's the bomb

Gotta take my dreams on

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

That's word to my mom

Before my time pasted on