This is a song about "Trail of tears andrew jackson manifest destiny"

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

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation

That manifest from skill

For real, a nigga ill

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

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

Pass any court date without a trail,

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,

My time with their half-witted reviews

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion