This is a song about "Tricks"

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

I know my mind be playing tricks on me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

It's about dismissin' a system that tricks you all to crawl

I've come up quick, watched how it worked, learned the block tricks/

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

And any connotation is viewed many ways

I got a long sleeve with a bunch of tricks to amaze

You gotta breathe and be at ease

These ain't tricks up my sleeve,

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

And the v12, that's on various trips

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Or do i zing u four door thunder solace tricks