This is a song about "Thorn trade radio"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Turn on the radio all i hear is

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

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