This is a song about "Trips"

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

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

She comes and follows me on my trips

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....