This is a song about "Nhl trade"

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

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

As the words invade and we all wanna trade