This is a song about "World trade"

World world war 3 bout to be known

Shit ain’t better alone

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

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

Heard all over the world

We left em a world that's cursed

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight