This is a song about "Vocal"

They rip their vocal chords ends just to make us listen them

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

And rip out your vocal cords, and then disconnect your spinal cords,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

That makes y'all target practice for their vocal automatics so

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Spittin the vocal emission, with a musical transmission

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

And rip out your vocal cords,

One day i'll earn my recognition, spit till my vocal cords are missing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing