This is a song about "Nhl trade"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

As the words invade and we all wanna trade