This is a song about "Little sword"

I used over and over swinging my sword as blood spills,

If this was back in the days you'd get a lot of gills

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Live by the sword so i've got pencil in hand

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Fresh out the airport

East shore part emcee part sword

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

As she goes through the levels

Sword swinging for the fences

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling