This is a song about "Trading with china"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Tycoon, nationalist, china, you one of your allies,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Die with hope, live with virtue

She gonna dance when that molly through

Cripple with delusion

Most of them niggas dumb

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

This harbour's run for trading ships with kiss 'em redemption