This is a song about "The portland trail blazers"

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Not important, you're in portland

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

The more battles the better the flows