This is a song about "Von trail mom"

Well go cry to your mom

She go say i bad like saddam

I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

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

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

Pass any court date without a trail,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Strapped up attacking mom nature

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

Gears begin to clash, engine starts to fail, black smoke trail- i'v gone off trail!

Or who did, cause i did

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"