This is a song about "Triangular trade"

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

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

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

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

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free