This is a song about "Power trippin"

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

The only time i flirt with her

Money equals greed, greed equals power,

And all women who had light features, see

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

See, i like the person that you are

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

Girl listen, trying to position

And from there on they be trippin'

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around