This is a song about "Fur by"

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

By night and by day, y'all motherfuckers try to be,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

And then along came the wrong man for her

Just me trying to skate by

I mean the game been dry

Musician by heart , instrumentalist by nature

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

I'm neo in the matrix

Confused by all these grids.

Even got some here by crackheads,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Niggas who be rapping how real they are