This is a song about "Trade gap"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

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,

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

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

That nap wrap gap trap bitmap match flap strap slap crap spat

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that