This is a song about "Trace parks"

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Keep this passage coming, get the #shaft like gordon parks,

Dan ghostt, i'm back with no trace,

This is no trial, this a closed case

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

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

But with a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

A thousand dollars for that acer i couldn't trace it