This is a song about "Trip"

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Trip on some acid that's done then

Join me in this trip and you'll see

I was wondering maybe

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Then take a little road trip

Wit my kin that i came in wit

And my niggas all the same

No set trip, no color claim

Fucking trippy trip, the fuck is this?

They for grossing a bigger business

And even if i'm broke, dog

And take a vacation to trip a broad

Trip to croatia and it's all paid for,

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war