This is a song about "Trips"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

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

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

She comes and follows me on my trips

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play