This is a song about "Bitches trippin"

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

Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Trippin hard as fuck all up and down these walls

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

I was just trippin' and chillin' with winnie the pooh,