This is a song about "Trippin on feeling"

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up

When you've possessed this feeling of everything building on your chest

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

And from there on they be trippin'