This is a song about "Going on a trip"

Im still on track even if the runner trip.

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

That's word to my mom

Aight, keep going, on and on

And that's why i won't trip, 'cause i'm relying on my wings

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

I'm going on a killing spree with no precision

Trip on some acid that's done then

So we can live again

I'll buy the whole bar, lean on the counter, all my niggas trip

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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