This is a song about "Fur trade canada"

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

See the state line? pack, grab that pass and drive up to canada/

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

Fresher than me, never

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

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

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

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