This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

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

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those