This is a song about "Liquid sword"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Not white... it a red liquid that drips!

I'm spilling out, my words are weapons, raining toxic liquid,

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck