This is a song about "Trace parks"

You could leave the bank without a damn trace

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

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

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Trace the origin of the avenger indenture

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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

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

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise