This is a song about "International trade"

So if you wanna wild out and trade blows with kings like me,

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Play this shit while you contemplate

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

This is my sixth crusade, handing out hand grenades on every single slave trade,

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Race is international my father isn't actual

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade