This is a song about "Hiking the appalachian trail"

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Battle champs just shows the latest, man i'm on a trail to greatness

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Where would i be without my dogs

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga