This is a song about "Trans saharan trade"

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Let em marinate, you forever late

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Running over trans ams

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

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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