This is a song about "Nhl trade"

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

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

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate