This is a song about "Electric cord"

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Go back in time and kill you with your umbilical cord, bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Used to get ignored until the mic cord started functioning

My electric methadone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I shock you like my flow was electric/

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

On the phone, fuck im feelin dizzy, rippin out the cord

So beat me to the bone

My electric methadone

They say leave the cord and jump.

So dunn stay silent