This is a song about "Sore throat"

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

From spittin' all this ice outta my throat,

My breath escapes up out my throat

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Each time we had a cold sore

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

Used to find dope in his coat

Like dj kool i clear my throat

I fucking hate this job

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Cain and able/back to back/ throat to throat/

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Fuck a restroom, i'd do it but my dick's too sore

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more