This is a song about "Matt tracy"

Up a flower rip it to shreds

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

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

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

From harkless, to mark best, we denounced the cult/

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

I nail this scale, don't need a paved road, i can make my own trail/

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

So agressive they were, they'd diss you, leavin' you wit' a mark//

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation