This is a song about "Trippy shit"

Or let the mob handle that

Nah, shit, my life is boring shit,

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Now you got me hopped up on that

There's rules to this shit

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

We never tattle, let god handle that

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Ten bitches on me, so trippy like im seein twins

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference