This is a song about "Dano samarai sword"

I slice the track in two, like my words are a ninja sword

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Cause your lyrics are as strong as a tape measure sword/

So i parked in a tow-away zone

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

Basketball is my favorite sport

East shore part emcee part sword

Scissors, saws, razor sharp ninja sword, slice to dice and dash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Let's get back to killing whores, i hunt them like boars with a sword

I'll hit you with the five deadly sins and then a ninja sword,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord