This is a song about "The salve trade"

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team