This is a song about "Vocal cords hurt"

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Wirting till my finger tips hurt

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Take em out in just one blow unplug there evil cords

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Vocal battleship queer took yo career and just sunk it

Susceptible to all kinds of hurt

Before a nigga finish put in the work

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

Under pressure like scuba divers trying to seek atlantis through an under sea secrete passage//

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records