This is a song about "Trail"

A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

I nail this scale, don't need a paved road, i can make my own trail/

Devastation is clearly waiting on this trail i'm paving

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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

Battle champs just shows the latest, man i'm on a trail to greatness

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines