This is a song about "Trade"

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade