This is a song about "Unfair trade"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Life's unfair when it makes us do this

Uppity bitches, handling business

It's that crack, give you something to sell

When i battle people it's just unfair

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bitch

So you can thank the little unfair snitch,

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

You'd best just to come clear, it's unfair

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse