This is a song about "Nigga trippin"

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

And from there on they be trippin'

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

I start trippin', and start slittin'

I know that love it could begin

Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

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