This is a song about "The dodge city trail"

Don't follow the trail of gold or you will be controlled

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I don't slang caine on the city streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Because we barey talk and im almost in the city

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

City bread just like the rangers

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder