This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

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

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

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

You heard knowledge is power

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer