This is a song about "Japanese swords"

All the japanese bitches get hungry as i walk by.

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Even though i'm not japanese,

Cause there'll never be peace

I spit like a 猫舌 neko shita, japanese

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice