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,

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

And then along came the wrong man for her

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

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

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade