This is a song about "Acid reflux"

Trip on some acid that's done then

I'll never call you bitch again

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Or closed casket for our troubles

These fools probably took a tablet of acid

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

After that swore i'd never do acid again.

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

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

Acid addict, costly avid actor

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

I spit acid and destroy facets of sound//

She was my habit, made so high like acid

And if i'm down with this banging shit