This is a song about "Rappen ninja"

Every time i'm rappen i thought i was a beast in fact i was considered a pest

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Im laid back like a retired ninja

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Let me rideuntil i get free

For all the ninja that done to me