This is a song about "Freeing your voice"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Slowly cut your voice box, so your screams will get quiet ha

They call me say, word

Just tryna make my voice heard

Coking down treats freeing anyone medieval

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Your voice sounds like you’re always on the crack and crystal,

She told me erything is real

Echoes a voice in my ear,

Ripped their vocal chords so they had no voice!

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

To the voice of the oblivion,

Something wicked this way come

Her voice was soft and sweet,

The drug that they brain need