This is a song about "Trippin balls"

You left me down, broken, begging, trippin'.

All wale talking is ambition

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Your balls get susan boyle

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

And i love your mind and ambition

And from there on they be trippin'

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I start trippin', and start slittin'