This is a song about "Fur trade"

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

I chill now, cop a lil' ice later

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth