This is a song about "I like cords"

And then disconnect your spinal cords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I'll smoke the herb first, then make your motherfuckin' vocals cords burst.

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

They loved the sight

But i cant help but like...

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

I bust rhymes like emissions i lust times like premonitions

For all emcees please read this rap, specially the last part: cause it contains a worth message

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

That i act like i like it but i secretly despise

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

You told me god was the answer

And i think i like her