This is a song about "The oregon trail"

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation