This is a song about "Murder on a trail"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

Pass any court date without a trail,

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

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

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

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation

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

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Cus they got a murder fetish and a lion's bite!

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

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

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