This is a song about "Fur trade"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

He's weird and got lice stuck up his fur

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Bullet in your ass! my fur is bulletproof, you lose when i tell the truth, through

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,