This is a song about "Trip on weed"

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

I'm on this beat, like a stoner on weed.

I just might trip on your bitch i'm packing a magnum

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Rag on my hair, wrap weed in vegas, rockin' vagabonds

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Sw on the hip, we don't trip, see you trembling/

Look in the scope, my people still a target

And even then i'll be off on another damn trip

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

And that's why i won't trip, 'cause i'm relying on my wings

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket