This is a song about "Trace"

Mom would call the cops but wouldn't leave a trace

And i just love your flashy ways

I miss the better days

Kill him off, leave no trace/

Put expressions in their music and create the face

You could leave the bank without a damn trace

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I know it seems as if i just vanished without a trace

Dan ghostt, i'm back with no trace,

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace