This is a song about "Trade"

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

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

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

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete