This is a song about "Triangular trade"

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

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

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

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

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share