This is a song about "Niga trippin"

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Banana peel slippin i ain't trippin i'm just fallin down

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Ride or die niga im not a stunt dummy

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Everytime you come around

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

Wild and out bad trippin', that's the body i been hittin'

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

Trippin like i road the bus

I'm breathing for a purpose