This is a song about "Slave trade"

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

But a slave to my own street.

I don't know defeat

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship//

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

And then along came the wrong man for her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make