This is a song about "Acid rapp"

Tipping acid, little ratchet

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

She was my habit, made so high like acid

And his whole cast deployed sixteens of acid

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

After that swore i'd never do acid again.

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

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

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Acid addict, costly avid actor