This is a song about "Sore throat"

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Each time we had a cold sore

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

No work due to clement, sore core tour, bore,

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

But honestly hes right no need to cry and be sore

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here

Or coppin' some deep throat.

Here nigga on the road