This is a song about "Cords"

My mind is bout as straight as scoliosis and spinal cords

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I'll smoke the herb first, then make your motherfuckin' vocals cords burst.

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

One day i'll earn my recognition, spit till my vocal cords are missing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Take em out in just one blow unplug there evil cords

And then disconnect your spinal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

Under pressure like scuba divers trying to seek atlantis through an under sea secrete passage//

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

And rip out your vocal cords,