This is a song about "Cough drop"

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

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

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

We will hack and cough till we choke

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Get off the stage, let him cough a rage

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Okay man you do the drop