This is a song about "Slave trade"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And now as i sit debating waiting im a slave and intimidating

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

This is like riding through the city