This is a song about "Niga trippin"

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Kick back and know yo son set

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

I was just trippin' and chillin' with winnie the pooh,

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you