This is a song about "Persian trade routes"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Because never had one, dream of chains and persian rugs,

Our vision never changed, we self made

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Persian togas surrounded by lions, thats ferocious

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Because right now i feel like i have only got a couple routes,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves