This is a song about "Vocal"

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Rip out your vocal cord till you can't rap no more

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Vocal battleship queer took yo career and just sunk it

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes