This is a song about "Super ninja"

Im laid back like a retired ninja

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

For all the ninja that done to me

Fuck that now trying get the money

Sometimes i think, what i need

Because i'm a super dweeb

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.

I never thought i'd be a super star

Slumdog far apart any sub par

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

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