This is a song about "Swords"

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I dont just cut with swords

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Only built 4 cuban linx, paid in full, and liquor swords,

Aboard with swords n' forts but no torch to sort regions

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Time to change there mind with force and swords