This is a song about "Fur trade"

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

And i ain't frontin for her

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

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

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever