This is a song about "Trans saharan trade"

Hilarity like wordplay with transparency that only trans parents see

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Where every recipient, property of the state

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

But you don't have a chance

Running over trans ams

Early adapters agree they all late

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade