This is a song about "International trade"

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I guess she couldn't answer cause i can't call international

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

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss