This is a song about "Negative trip"

The only shit that you look for is negative attention

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

No conglomerates, negative comments

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Im still on track even if the runner trip.

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

That's when everything negative became unimportant