This is a song about "Little sword"

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

I'll pull out my fencing sword

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Fuck a sword, i dont use that to kill,

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Cause your lyrics are as strong as a tape measure sword/

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck