This is a song about "Trade"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

They fasting they won't leave me ate

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware