This is a song about "How niggaa be tripping"

And getting money is the song i sing

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

Anxiety, anxiety, tripping over reality

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Everyday more lazy killing, everyday more crazy tripping.

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Easy considering how hard they can be

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Bitch you will not see, how could it not be,

How can i be wrong so correctly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

This is how i need you to be.

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

It's obvious i'm crazy

How fucked up it can be,