This is a song about "Trippin on feelings"

Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

Cause everytime yall come around

Before, music reflected my feelings,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years