This is a song about "Trade"

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

No sixteen, no vaccine, i'm so sick my ten bars cough

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words