This is a song about "Cough"

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

, only opps fuck around cough on smoke

This is a full blown virus, we don't fuck with a cough

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Get off the stage, let him cough a rage

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Ill rap you faster till blood is what you spit and cough

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Toak so hard, that the cough might hurt

There's so much smoke in the air, we can sense that whooping cough,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I read all your rhymes and felt i had to mimick a cough