This is a song about "Trans saharan trade"

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Running over trans ams

Now if you give us a chance

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

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