This is a song about "Trade in the sahara"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

In the heat of the summer,

I pipe in and one night her

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

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

A working genius, a work of art

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era