This is a song about "I like cords"

I like to use the word like magic.

Im sayin one night my love is like that

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

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Never had a chance to try

But like i said i tried, i

We been down for too long but that's alright

I wonder what heaven is like

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I feel like i want to explode like a nuclear plant

I'm energize to the core, when they strain their vocal cords

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

And then disconnect your spinal cords,

Like i said before i sound like i'm doing speed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat