This is a song about "Swords"

I dont just cut with swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Time to change there mind with force and swords

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards