This is a song about "Trade in the sahara"

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Spread the word, 'cause i'm in

Lookin’ for some action

Don't fuck with chickens them bitches will give you salmonella

Hoe dryer then the sahara yet wetter then yo girl sara,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

He's in the books he's in the cites

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

In the heat of the summer,

A metaphor, for the insecure