This is a song about "Trade in the agricultural revolution"

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Maybe start his own revolution.

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade