This is a song about "Trade"

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

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

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Our vision never changed, we self made

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most