Contextual Analysis of "cordless" in Lyrics

got a plastic jesus

got everybody but you tellin' me what to do

now my nut sacks in her mouth just like them oysters

my coat scale you could weigh a fuckin walrus

now my nut sacks in her mouth just like them oysters

my coat scale you could weigh a fuckin walrus

i got a plastic jesus

got everybody but you telling me what to do

ain't no strings attached

she keep callin'

earthquake

pop smoke gorgeous

maury i had another coming way before they made it

for them homes you wouldend up in the lab for it

start

patrolling corners

if not - into the crowd i'll throw it

before i let go i'ma spark your brain cells

fifty fifty was in love half clearly

i give u take one mistake

i'm the lord of light

flow holy

yellin on the cell of my 6

now your club hopping

turn on di hbo she want fi watch showtime

she want di one with line

i'ma go hard

industry niggas tried to block me

lock your bedroom door trick

you can suck a mean dick

niggas shot shalar features and shocked her was a elisis

i'm gagging and flagging a cab down

kickin microphone wrecker

sayin' mic checka

and the mic that i'm holdin's golden

gunpowder and the slightest bruise is a friction

numbing effect of a cortisone shot

never par for the course

if you see me selling out in the store one more copy

then dismember all you high-tech spy kids with a swordfish