This is a song about "Matt tracy"

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

We laced that cia crack well, now they won't trace us,

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

I shred better than any paper shredder, better than

You have laid your footprint in the soil

So pass the baby oil

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Devastation is clearly waiting on this trail i'm paving

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

Gears begin to clash, engine starts to fail, black smoke trail- i'v gone off trail!