This is a song about "Acid reflux"

And it rules everything around them

After that swore i'd never do acid again.

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

She was my habit, made so high like acid

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

And his whole cast deployed sixteens of acid

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

These fools probably took a tablet of acid

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid