This is a song about "Field trip"

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Im still on track even if the runner trip.

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

I put some cash in ya pocket

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

Gym volleying! right there on the courts rallying! right there on the field

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

And even then i'll be off on another damn trip

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood