This is a song about "Swords"

Time to change there mind with force and swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

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,

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants