This is a song about "Vocal"

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

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

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

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

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

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,

And rip out your vocal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Raps from my golden dome, hear it in vocal tones,

Vocal battleship queer took yo career and just sunk it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit