This is a song about "Vocal cords hurt"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Spittin the vocal emission, with a musical transmission

Theyve made the toughest people hurt

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

I'm energize to the core, when they strain their vocal cords

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

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Keep those rhymes tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Toak so hard, that the cough might hurt

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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