This is a song about "International trade"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

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

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

20 racks really thats sneaker money