This is a song about "Acid"

Tipping acid, little ratchet

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Feeling the complex effects of the acid tablet

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Declaring war is a risk cant best this i trip like acid

That's acid rap, we killed the track

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Chance of rapping on acid, but actually magic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

I'll never call you bitch again

Trip on some acid that's done then

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Here’s a tab of acid for your ear