This is a song about "Liquid swords"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I lost myself in bottles, both liquid and prescriptions pills

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Time to change there mind with force and swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute