This is a song about "Chords"

Swear i will murk any beat

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Hurled over board, i know the chords.

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Ripped their vocal chords so they had no voice!

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

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