This is a song about "Murder on a trail"

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

These underground rappers would straight murder for half a verse,

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

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

Can't read the future, my limit is so illiterate

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Its a murder scene, gore ahead,

And please never disrespect my set

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

Brave and confident i blaze a trail through seven continents

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

I had the urge to murder mcs on every verse

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

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail