This is a song about "Trade gap"

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

I get my paper, y'all just hate

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

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Bridging a gap that barely exists between my head and heart.

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

There's just a gap in your head, your not built for it.

The next day you is everybody target

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 keep widening the gap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter