This is a song about "Trace parks"

You could leave the bank without a damn trace

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

You all basic starting rumors but it aint hard to trace it

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

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

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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit