This is a song about "Trail"

Pass any court date without a trail,

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

Gears begin to clash, engine starts to fail, black smoke trail- i'v gone off trail!

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

Don't follow the trail of gold or you will be controlled

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines