This is a song about "Acid trip"

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

But see i planned a trip

The dead society of a poet

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

In a pair of acid wasted

Bitch you should see my wallet

Soo be ready for a painful trip.

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit

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