This is a song about "Thorn trade radio"

So, what the fuck would you say? it's annoying on the radio,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

If its not couture, i will not go to her

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Getting to you like a thorn in your side, full of scorn/

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Maybe we just need to slow

Turn off the radio

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

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

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate