This is a song about "Trade gap"

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

See i let my nigga split that

I keep widening the gap

Now i'm trapped in a gap like a bitches cleavage,

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Your nigga are behind me, am lead with alot of gap

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap