This is a song about "Tripping balls"

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

Huh, a metaphor of course

Now im doing cannon balls

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Tripping off the dope ass flow, i do

With the wrath of a killer, they said i’m tripping

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

So take my bat and these base balls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Where's as am tripping on my laces

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Ya bitch start tripping i just flip her off hat balcony