This is a song about "Fur trade canada"

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Take that bitch to canada where errything is snow

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

Canada is where we made it from

Vijay singh and all of them

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I thought i recognized her

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I fucking cut off your dogs fur