This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

They tested with stress that they under

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

The bigger the the fun

Ok i hear you talkin

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Im colder than guccis burr, my style is more expensive versace fur!

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

He's weird and got lice stuck up his fur

It's real dog, i live in the fire

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,