This is a song about "Vocal cords hurt"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

I'll smoke the herb first, then make your motherfuckin' vocals cords burst.

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Toak so hard, that the cough might hurt

Red bottoms with the spike work

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

And rip out your vocal cords,

Dont want ya to get hurt

Gotta work - slight work

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

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