This is a song about "Trickin in stripping"

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

In which are people who believes in one,

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Double mg not to mention

Knocked out in the lunch in

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Just another product of this matrix

Had time to reach it before i gripped it, i had you stripping,

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

I get special attention

I get in where i fit in.