This is a song about "Vapor trail"

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

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

Ears forming vapor, ya fists closed stiff and the color of blizzards

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Soon you will dissipate into the air like water vapor,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Thats you, thinking maybe im just a baby scribbling on paper off the vapor

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Ima creamate jay-z leave the ashes in a trail

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

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

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail