This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

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

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

And all women who had light features, see

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows