This is a song about "Von trail mom"

Well go cry to your mom

This rapping is just a charm

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

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

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Brave and confident i blaze a trail through seven continents

My mom gave me two selections

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Pass any court date without a trail,