This is a song about "Trace"

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

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Mom would call the cops but wouldn't leave a trace

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

You could leave the bank without a damn trace

Kill them all, left without a trace,

But i know i see better days

Remember having you whenever/ now your gone without a trace

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace