This is a song about "Chords"

All lying ass defensive ass boys

Ripped their vocal chords so they had no voice!

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

Seein' dreams in they sleep

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

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

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

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

Hurled over board, i know the chords.

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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