This is a song about "Sore throat"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Each time we had a cold sore

The shit that i spit is more

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer

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

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Imma karate punch your throat

Since i was left with no hope

From spittin' all this ice outta my throat,

Been running around trying find a job