This is a song about "Nhl trade"

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

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