This is a song about "Western africa trade and gold"

War and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes/

That naturally act like these raps is a mattress

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

Cold and callus, gold chemical chalice, subdued by the blackness.

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors.

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

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

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

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