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

I can keep goin on and on on these mutha fuckas for days.

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

I live on the beach its sunny outside kids playin in da heat

I live on the beach its sunny outside an deskids playin in da heat

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

But hey, not every day's gunna be sunny,

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

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Just grazin for days on a thousand laughs.

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Reach higher heights steep as k2 tripping on propane

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I havent been on here for two days