This is a song about "World trade center"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

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

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Education is the center of better things

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader