This is a song about "Sore throat"

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Where rules get followed

Like dj kool i clear my throat

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

So i severed your head and ur throat

My breath escapes up out my throat

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

What is hittin' for

Each time we had a cold sore

Fly as ricky steam boat

Perhaps it goes right down ya throat,