This is a song about "World trade center"

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

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

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

I feel like i'm stuck like i'm sitting in the center seat

Movin my tapes in major weight cause every dollar countsbustas is jealous and half these niggas is punks

Felt adventurous, sent you petulant menaces to the center of executive terrorists