This is a song about "Trippy shit"

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Good vibes blowing my mind i feel happy, colors dripping like rain man i feel trippy,

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Thats stuck threw all the shit,

Wit my kin that i came in wit

As trippy as a trip could get they dancing with they silhouettes

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Trippy music for modern hippies like i'm in the kooks

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Pass that, catch back, fast that

But this ordinary shit

Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

See i let my nigga split that

Wondering shit, questioning shit