This is a song about "Road trips"

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Then take a little road trip

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

Uh, the road not taken

Can’t you see just how long my run

Trippin like i road the bus

A lovely outer surface

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road