This is a song about "Going on a trip"

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

And take a vacation to trip abroad

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I just might trip on your bitch i'm packing a magnum

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Aight, keep going, on and on

My sim card's the bomb

I put some cash in ya pocket

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Trip on some acid that's done then

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

When i'm on an acid trip then im probably topless

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit