This is a song about "Swords snails"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

National debt rises fast, lowers with movements of snails

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

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

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

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I dont just cut with swords

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