This is a song about "Cords"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And rip out your vocal cords,

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

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

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

Take em out in just one blow unplug there evil cords

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

My mind is bout as straight as scoliosis and spinal cords

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

And then disconnect your spinal cords,