This is a song about "Trail"

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

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

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

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Pass any court date without a trail,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail