This is a song about "Trade in the sahara"

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Catch you up on places i've been

Knocked out in the lunch in

Stuck in the in the tub,

And maybe i am but