This is a song about "Vocal chords"

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

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

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,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Vocal battleship queer took yo career and just sunk it

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

Leave you brain damaged/maimed n ravaged for thinking you became a challenge

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.