This is a song about "Fur trade"

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

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

I can always go home and look down my street

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

This is my sixth crusade, handing out hand grenades on every single slave trade,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve