This is a song about "World trade cernter"

We left em a world that's cursed

Feelin top of the world

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,

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

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

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

She wanted to fight at first

Heard all over the world

Girl would've given boy world

Long as she come to me first

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth