This is a song about "Ninja warriors"

They calling me the hottest in the game

Battleaxe warriors, only thing i can name

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Im laid back like a retired ninja

Is written in our souls, africa

For all the ninja that done to me

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Warriors, crooks, spartan army's and foot

Third ward general, young cash money

For all the ninja that done to me

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy