This is a song about "Ninja samurai warrior fight"

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

And peace to this young warrior,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

A warrior, a soldier, or a sniper eyeing down line of sight

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

For all the ninja that done to me

Bitch, they call it motor city

I didnt see anything except fight

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

And man, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Mind of ice/time to fight/

But there's nothing else inside