This is a song about "Swords"

Time to change there mind with force and swords

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Muskets and swords at lexington and concord

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

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

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

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

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords