This is a song about "Trade"

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

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

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

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

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers