This is a song about "Triangular 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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Triangular relationship the case was congruence

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter