This is a song about "Tripping out seeing things"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Fights break out because of the little things

Tripping chugging beer out of a jug

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I know i have to get out and just make things right. (make things right)

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Ya bitch start tripping i just flip her off hat balcony

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Guess that's why it's called tripping

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Bawled my fucking eyes out and i dont think that im seeing/

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Probably failed it cause i can't talk things out of my chest