This is a song about "Poutine and canoes"

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

And nasty remains and bones

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And a fridge and some broccoli

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and

And lead tha whole team

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And get it again and again

Social conditioning and

This is something different

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts