This is a song about "Sore throat"

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Though she can hardly walk cos i had to make her sore

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Used to find dope in his coat

Or coppin' some deep throat.

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

My breath escapes up out my throat

New canvas she need a new stroke

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore