This is a song about "Sword"

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Live by the sword so i've got pencil in hand

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

Daddy got me swinging softly with a sword

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Sword swinging for the fences

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

No sword tho just rhymes and blunt smoking alot

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Check my criminal record, i'll pull out my fencing sword