This is a song about "Worm on a string"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Rather sit on the side than pull every string,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

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

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

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

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

Only a hand on those hips

Lil prps like 3 digits

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

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

Because there ain't no coming back from that