This is a song about "Going on a trip"

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Cause they trip on me cause im so smoked im prolly gone.

I'm a royalty nominee going all out on sheer will

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Sw on the hip, we don't trip, see you trembling/

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

He signed up for a trip with a guide

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

I'm going on a killing spree with no precision

Aight, keep going, on and on

New message from mom

Im going on a shooting spree

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

But see i planned a trip

You don't mean that, you faggot