This is a song about "Bad trips"

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

But i’m not making trips lab to lab every single day,

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I know what you do with that

Times aren't always that bad

Luxury life, results living bad

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

All i need is the notepad

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Luxury life, results living bad