This is a song about "Fur trade canada"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

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

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Canada is where we made it from

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

For god, is the kingdom, and the power