This is a song about "Japanese swords"

I'm fucking with that cheech & chong, it's like i'm speaking japanese

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Aboard with swords n' forts but no torch to sort regions

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Even though i'm not japanese,

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

No clothes for those with no physique, making the japanese look like the greeks

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means