This is a song about "Liquid swords"

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

Verses slicing likes swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

But for long time i had gone cold

Flowing like liquid gold into a mold,

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit