This is a song about "The oregon trail"

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

The more battles the better the flows

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!