This is a song about "On this trai"

On that ciroc, runnin this place

I get that work from my face

See this scar on my chin?

We gone keep going

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Live, and die, on this day,

Im doing this on a beat

If he does my soul to keep

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Spittin on this canvas im landless when i do this

I hope this explains why this chip's on my shoulder

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

On this path im leaving ash

Just reading on this untitled freestyle

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire