This is a song about "Trans saharan trade"

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

Running over trans ams

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Hilarity like wordplay with transparency that only trans parents see

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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