This is a song about "Cough"

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

, only opps fuck around cough on smoke

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

Make a nigga cough like a spoonful of cinnamon

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

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

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Now back up off, you know you lost cause i'm sick like cough

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball