This is a song about "Vocal music"

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

Vocal battleship queer took yo career and just sunk it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Got the passion for the music

I got some fire and shit

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

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

Knowing when its over blastin music

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

And rip out your vocal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

All lying ass defensive ass boys

Ripped their vocal chords so they had no voice!