This is a song about "Trace"

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Kill them all, left without a trace,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

She doesn't cover trails at all, she just leaves a wide trace,

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

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

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

We laced that cia crack well, now they won't trace us,

Among dates i was thinking upon traits to take place but no trace come on fate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate