This is a song about "Staying trippy"

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Fucking trippy trip, the fuck is this?

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

But didn't even pay rent where he was staying

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Staying an addict like the top of a mansion

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

But remember how rappers always say “staying real”,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings