This is a song about "Trade"

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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,

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade