This is a song about "Don t even trip"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

This is why her nigga mad

But that was only one time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I put some cash in ya pocket

But see i planned a trip

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door