This is a song about "First lsd trip"

First class trip just to see you

And word i blew off herb i grew

We got some lsd at santa cruz

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I don't fuck with that lsd/

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

But see i planned a trip

With g's in my pocket

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Let us take a trip to my first problem

Then take a little road trip

I know some rn's that still strip