This is a song about "Nhl trade"

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

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

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

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made