This is a song about "Tripping out on sunny days"

Of multiple prisms tripping like i'm off balance on a rigid

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Remember those days when i use to pass out, hand out to bad bitches

These days, i’m busy out here gettin paid

And i could see you coming home after work late

Live on the beach,sunny outside kids playin n da heat

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Doing 100 on the freeway swerving been awake for days

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

I wanted the money and never the fame

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

A bunch of senseless bullshit, we don't get days on the beach,

Tripping on the same shit that made physics spin

Gift and a curse, the center of attention