This is a song about "Triangular trade"

Early adapters agree they all late

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Triangular relationship the case was congruence

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter