This is a song about "Trippy shit"

I know what you do with that

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Fucking trippy trip, the fuck is this?

But you hate them navel kisses

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Shit i could spit shit about anything,

But this ordinary shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

The dead society of a poet

With alla this whack shit