This is a song about "Niga trippin"

Too focused, one word, righteous

Trippin like i road the bus

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Reloads a punch of glass niga ima cut you harass

Ride or die niga im not a stunt dummy

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Even tho im always trippin ive never ever fell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Just like you, sippin trippin minding my business thats p's and q's

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues