This is a song about "Throat"

Like dj kool i clear my throat

Been running around trying find a job

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

A metal piece from a bomb cut the kid's throat.......

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

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

Take these sharp lyrics and make an incision upon your throat,

London, tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe

Or coppin' some deep throat.

Used to find dope in his coat

My breath escapes up out my throat

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

Your throat loves when you shout

No more, we caked out

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Like a lumbar puncture straight to the throat.