This is a song about "Footprints is borken"

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Sentence after sentence is what it is

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Below me, is where you's rappers reach is/

Is she happy is she angry or confused

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Time to hide the evidence and clear the footprints time to be ghostly

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

See, i'm just trying to focus

This maine scene is what it is

This is not fake it it is reality

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Destruction is beautiful, chaos is awesome

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them