This is a song about "Trip on weed"

Always on some new shit cnn

Trip on some acid that's done then

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Im still on track even if the runner trip.

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Oh god honey i think he's high on that marijuana weed

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

I'll buy the whole bar, lean on the counter, all my niggas trip

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king