This is a song about "Chords"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Hurled over board, i know the chords.

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

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?

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

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

Simply out of this world by choice

Ripped their vocal chords so they had no voice!