This is a song about "Trail of tears"

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Sweet, okay makes sense

Swallowing down my tears

Swallowing down my tears

Double mg, we millionaires

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

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

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Got lacks of tears now i'm wiping them with a wiper///