This is a song about "Samurai sword"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

A samurai with a camera, i'm a warrior with vision

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

I style on new york, pile up my fork

This is samurai jack

I promise i'mma call you back

They like talking, its like gossip

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

No sword tho just rhymes and blunt smoking alot

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Its samurai jack ready to slay this fallen bitch