This is a song about "Fur by"

I go hard in the paint, you soft as fur - chinchilla

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Bet i get like 8 of them

Forgotten by many, cheered by some,

And by the way i'mma start

A working genius, a work of art

While scheming on hits

Confused by all these grids.

And while you doin you

Entertained by what we all knew

I shine like something in the sky

Just me trying to skate by

She commited suicide by

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

I'm bothered by horrors / ordered by officers