This is a song about "Fur trade canada"

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

We in canada got 170,000 men though... uhh oh. i think we got the upper hand.

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Bullet in your ass! my fur is bulletproof, you lose when i tell the truth, through

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

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure