This is a song about "Triangular trade"

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

So if you wanna wild out and trade blows with kings like me,

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

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

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

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

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

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

As the words invade and we all wanna trade