This is a song about "Trace parks"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

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

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

Remember having you whenever/ now your gone without a trace

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

You could leave the bank without a damn trace

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I used to live in them trailer parks across all of alabama,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Rural trailer parks, suburban apartments, they're feeding ya,