This is a song about "Swords snails"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Muskets and swords at lexington and concord

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Time to change there mind with force and swords

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

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

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I dont just cut with swords

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