This is a song about "Sore throat"

Her knees are sore 'cause she blow me

And my kick game beyond crazy

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

From spittin' all this ice outta my throat,

I throw em to the floor, fuck their pussies sore

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

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

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

But honestly hes right no need to cry and be sore

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

Lifestyles of the young and the broke