This is a song about "Trips"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Im on acid trips it looks like vultures and there wings are flapping

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

You can hear it in my lyrics

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

But i’m not making trips lab to lab every single day,

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Now hey little mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

She comes and follows me on my trips

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks