This is a song about "Sword"

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

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

The sword of lone vengeance/

Without the sound of guns

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Cause your lyrics are as strong as a tape measure sword/

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Sword artist valerian steel i wields the sharpest

Fresh out the airport

East shore part emcee part sword

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I mega-sword her with my megazord, i'm godzilla, you stegosaurus.

The sword, i reek of poor decisions

I never fit in with them light skins