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

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

That's the way, you can move it baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

So if you wanna wild out and trade blows with kings like me,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Stuck in the in the tub,

Throwin you a dub

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate