This is a song about "Have u met the trippy cat"

Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Trippy music for modern hippies like i'm in the kooks

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Fucking trippy trip, the fuck is this?

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Ain't even tryna hold back

Well now i'm the top cat

If i would have met him any other way i would have never said hi

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Ill snap u in have like the seahawks did randell el/

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell