This is a song about "Swords"

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Words are swords rearrange it you will see it, it's verbal tanks

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Time to change there mind with force and swords

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Nail you to your fuckin' floorboard, razor-sharp raw swords,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

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

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records