This is a song about "Trips"

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

She comes and follows me on my trips

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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