This is a song about "Vocal percussion"

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Spittin the vocal emission, with a musical transmission

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

And rip out your vocal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

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

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

And rip out your vocal cords, and then disconnect your spinal cords,

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

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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Steady tryna beat but ion need a percussion