This is a song about "Fur trade"

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So if you wanna wild out and trade blows with kings like me,

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city