This is a song about "Nigga trippin"

They can’t even come around

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

Check these slow pokes trippin' like they're piss drunk,

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

You left me down, broken, begging, trippin'.

Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.