This is a song about "Sword fights"

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Sword swinging for the fences

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

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

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

So i guess you think you grown

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

All i want is you

Embarazo, and fights too,

Fresh out the airport

East shore part emcee part sword

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,