This is a song about "High trippy"

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

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

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Aint that why we get high,

Seeing trippy colours people giving us weird looks

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Everybody ,your hands up high,

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Fucking trippy trip, the fuck is this?

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings