This is a song about "Dont trip"

Look inside my closet

Then take a little road trip

Im still on track even if the runner trip.

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

Fucking trippy trip, the fuck is this?

No set trip, no color claim

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Trip on some acid that's done then

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Trip 'n' slip over the wire-trip you flip into my pit.

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

Now i'ma trip with only one clip

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip