This is a song about "Trail"

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

Look at wale and say you nothing but a biter

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

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

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

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

Devastation is clearly waiting on this trail i'm paving

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail