This is a song about "Trans saharan trade"

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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