This is a song about "Sword lord stored ruor"

That going through some things

The sword of lone vengeance/

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Stored in concreteness, but of course i complete this

Stored in his mind to make,

If i die before i wake

I style on new york, pile up my fork

The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword

Praise to the heavenly lord.

He appreciates your support

Cause now she's stored, 10 feet below the floorboards,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

I'm the only god only lord,