This is a song about "Ninja skillz"

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

I slice the track in two, like my words are a ninja sword

For all the ninja that done to me

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

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

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

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I'm trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through frieza's body