This is a song about "Trip meeting new people"

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

We both met new people, some real some fake

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Meeting me for them just has gotta be so awesome,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

I'm the new guy you people will use

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Voice of the people so real like a clock the new

Imma make it rain

No set trip, no color claim

Bitch you should see my wallet

But see i planned a trip

Im still on track even if the runner trip.

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip