This is a song about "Sword"

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

I wore a helmet with horns and hold a sword of thorns

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Sword artist valerian steel i wields the sharpest

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Daddy got me swinging softly with a sword

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

No sword tho just rhymes and blunt smoking alot