This is a song about "Sword"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

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

Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Let's get back to killing whores, i hunt them like boars with a sword

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Fresh out the airport

I'll pull out my fencing sword

Got a nigga seein things

The sword of lone vengeance/