This is a song about "Cords"

I'm energize to the core, when they strain their vocal cords

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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.

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Take em out in just one blow unplug there evil cords

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

And rip out your vocal cords,

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

And don't be mad just because i've grasped my potential and you haven't savage,

And then disconnect your spinal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards