This is a song about "Vocal music"

...i make beautiful music,

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

I'm a vocal mogul, i really don't know how to die

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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,

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Got the passion for the music

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records