This is a song about "Trace"

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Kill them all, left without a trace,

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Remember having you whenever/ now your gone without a trace

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

When i'm gone i'll leave without a trace, without a sound