This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

This is like riding through the city

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

I'm here to make it better

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Your punches to satan are like loose fur that just tickles