This is a song about "Murder on a trail"

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I murder you right on the spot

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

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Devastation is clearly waiting on this trail i'm paving

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

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