This is a song about "Persian trade routes"

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

Persian togas surrounded by lions, thats ferocious/

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

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

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Persian togas surrounded by lions, thats ferocious

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools