This is a song about "Japanese swords"

All the japanese bitches get hungry as i walk by.

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Nail you to your fuckin' floorboard, razor-sharp raw swords,

Verses slicing likes swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

You waving swords i'm waving switch blades, advantage don't matter

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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