This is a song about "Trippin on feelings"

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

When trippin' high on acid, this is my relapse part two,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

I start trippin', and start slittin'

You're uncool like my mother kin

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Roslanskeet trippin when i get down,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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