This is a song about "International trade"

Lady at the frank stand will

To my makers international

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade