This is a song about "World trade center"

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

An ember burned right through the center of the spherical sinners thought

But i do quite well with all the bait

As the words invade and we all wanna trade