This is a song about "Trail tracks"

Kicks ass spit tracks so blasphemous

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

But until that, i'm just killin' smaller tracks

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Or ima tie your ass to the rail tracks

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Pass any court date without a trail,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Brave and confident i blaze a trail through seven continents