This is a song about "World trade center"

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

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

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

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

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Give me dome, then let me skate

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

I'm staple to this center, like a lay up