This is a song about "Vocal"

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

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

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

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

Vocal battleship queer took yo career and just sunk it

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

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

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Rip out your vocal chords then hang you with em, c'mon yall ready for a show?