This is a song about "Trail"

Devastation is clearly waiting on this trail i'm paving

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

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

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

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

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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