This is a song about "Sore throat"

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

From spittin' all this ice outta my throat,

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I throw em to the floor, fuck their pussies sore

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Like a lumbar puncture straight to the throat.

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I don't care about defeating me no more, i’m rapping you to reduce my pain, my sore,