This is a song about "Japanese swords"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Words are swords rearrange it you will see it, it's verbal tanks

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Verses slicing likes swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Gotta go, let her leave

Even though i'm not japanese,