This is a song about "Trumpet"

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

Maybe i should sell out and go platinum, here the trumpet sounds,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

So let the trumpet sound, let’s make some noise so they hear it,

A baby's born, trumpet sounds, jesus in the manger laid,

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

When you hear the sound of the trumpet thats the sound of my triumph

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds