This is a song about "Trippin on feelings"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

You faggots are raged, caught you trippin on lean while i was downing

We ain't never 'gon be, i'll be leavin' in the morning

Before, music reflected my feelings,

Not king james, these were coke kings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Look, i was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

First off congratulations on the win

I start trippin', and start slittin'