This is a song about "Trade gap"

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

What's that gap in your flap that made you a handicap

Baby all i do is rap

I keep widening the gap

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

Once you pass that age gap, the clock start tickin'

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

You are pretty good to rap, cuz you have a fucking big gap.

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

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