This is a song about "Japanese swords"

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I dont just cut with swords

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Only built 4 cuban linx, paid in full, and liquor swords,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Flipping japanese at ease when i'm stacking g's

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Muskets and swords at lexington and concord