This is a song about "Acid beats"

In a pair of acid wasted

Get the zippo and spark the shit

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Tipping acid, little ratchet

But i have only done acid

How bout we blow this bit

Making it happen, vegas on acid

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Now i'm living out my dreams

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

As i sit here amplifying the beats

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Dont fall asleep on our beats

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid