This is a song about "Chords"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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?

I’m way harder than the concrete

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

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

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Ripped their vocal chords so they had no voice!

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Hurled over board, i know the chords.

We come through throbbing like thunder storms