This is a song about "Chords"

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Rip out your vocal chords then hang you with em, c'mon yall ready for a show?

Hurled over board, i know the chords.

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

They rip their vocal chords ends just to make us listen them

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Ripped their vocal chords so they had no voice!

Simply out of this world by choice

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

It was a few chords when i was bored, and it cut through the sadness

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,