This is a song about "Trade gap"

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

At an extremly alarming rate

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Hey yo gap, wearing cap do you really wanna rap?

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers