This is a song about "Trips"

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

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

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

She comes and follows me on my trips

Silicone bitches got the confidence

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

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

I can always depend on my mama

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....