This is a song about "Vocal percussion"

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Spittin the vocal emission, with a musical transmission

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

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

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

And rip out your vocal cords,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?