This is a song about "World trade organization"

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

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

But i murder him first

Not a care in the world

We left em a world that's cursed

Y'all took over the world

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Disrupting your whole organization of rap actors ruining

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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