This is a song about "Murder on a trail"

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

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

It would be a crime to commit this murder without a permit

Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

A hunger for murder that shits delicious

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits