This is a song about "Snails and swords"

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

I fear no opponent

Social conditioning and

Nail you to your fuckin' floorboard, razor-sharp raw swords,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Verses slicing likes swords

Time to change there mind with force and swords

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

It's late and you stuck in my basement

And remember what i said and

If he does my soul to keep

And stop playing hide and seek,