This is a song about "World trade"

Long as she come to me first

Malicious dissent toward based world

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

We left em a world that's cursed

Not a care in the world

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat