This is a song about "Bitches trippin"

And from there on they be trippin'

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Trippin hard as fuck all up and down these walls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

You left me down, broken, begging, trippin'.

They all see my life from a childish position

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Just like you, sippin trippin minding my business thats p's and q's