This is a song about "Acid lsd tripping"

She's green with jealousy, dreaming in lsd

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Mami told me son, hold your own

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

And i ain't talkin clumsy, lsd on that shit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Too savage, i gurgle acid

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

Flipping im outta my mind tripping on acid and wine,

With the wrath of a killer, they said i’m tripping

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

But don't just pay attention to 'em, all of 'em are tripping,

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening