This is a song about "Swords"

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

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

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Time to change there mind with force and swords

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits