This is a song about "Try hard ninja"

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

For all the ninja that done to me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through frieza's body

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Trying hard so desperately to try and go gain fame,

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Dire nonsense, it's quite hard for me to try and stop it

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Try to make authentic answers, it's hard enough to keep to my books

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

I know its to hard to try fightin back

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

So should i call him a try hard for his style and clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks