This is a song about "Fur by"

Baby, you know who you are

He's weird and got lice stuck up his fur

Entertained by what we all knew

Straight bad bitches i run, through

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Forgotten by many, cheered by some,

Im colder than guccis burr, my style is more expensive versace fur!

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Even got some here by crackheads,

Roll up niggas be like sex

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

They don't hear my bark

And by the way i'mma start