This is a song about "World trade center"

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

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,

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

With ya girl on another man's private center.

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

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad