This is a song about "Fur trade"

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

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

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

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

And i could see you coming home after work late