This is a song about "Liquid swords"

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Muskets and swords at lexington and concord

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Time to change there mind with force and swords

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I dont just cut with swords

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

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Like i always say, its liquid solidity sucka so jump back,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag