This is a song about "We are going on a trip"

On what we going through

What preceded was the clue

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit

But i knew that there was going to be a we

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

But this time we are only going to be "friends"

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Im going on a shooting spree

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

What is a relationship but a wasted trip on a plated ship

We should be going on raids, killing all fags

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats