This is a song about "Esophagus"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I bomb atomic, demolish a rappers esophagus

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And breathing it like oxygen mutha fuck my esophagus

Guy fawkes tie esophagus knots beige

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Like your esophagus have you pleading for life