This is a song about "Trade liberalisation"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

This is my sixth crusade, handing out hand grenades on every single slave trade,

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere