This is a song about "Little sword"

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword

Scissors, saws, razor sharp ninja sword, slice to dice and dash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Check my criminal record, i'll pull out my fencing sword

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword

Competition on the court

I'll hit you with the five deadly sins and then a ninja sword,

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored