This is a song about "Trace parks"

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

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

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

By blasting up theme parks

Please correct me, stretch marks

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

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

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

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit