This is a song about "Swords"

You waving swords i'm waving switch blades, advantage don't matter

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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