This is a song about "Trip"

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Benny trip did it, he caught lighter fluid,

The dead society of a poet

But see i planned a trip

Trip on some acid that's done then

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Some old bitch that we did before

Trip to croatia and it's all paid for,

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Trip on some acid that's done then

If a nigga didn't fake like them

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Ma i'm chasin it just send a angel to catch me when i trip

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

This was a funny skit, shit was all over the place like a bumpy trip