This is a song about "I like cords"

I like to use the word like magic.

I'mma treat you like my whip

That i act like i like it but i secretly despise

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

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

And don't be mad just because i've grasped my potential and you haven't savage,

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

And rip out your vocal cords,

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

And then disconnect your spinal cords,

And now it's clear as this promise

I like to use the word like love.