This is a song about "Swords man"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

You comeplete waste man

I'm an elephant man

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Andy samberg: oh dang

But instead he handles man

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I dont just cut with swords

Hoppin' out a van

Young roy the fuckin man