This is a song about "Trail of tears"

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

So insane, i inject my tears into the blood of my open veins

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Of the tears at the push of a button

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her