This is a song about "Getting trippy"

And getting songs signed by minors

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

They bringing me fish and chips

Its not about getting connections,

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Shits getting serious.

Off rip that's genius

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

This is getting so horrifying

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

This beat is kinda trippy / maybe its the weed - the pipe has hit me

As trippy as a trip could get they dancing with they silhouettes

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex