This is a song about "Fur trade canada"

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

You can bring your crew motherfucker

He's weird and got lice stuck up his fur

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

If i should die before i wake

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Take that bitch to canada where errything is snow

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat