This is a song about "Acid triple c s weed"

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

I just want somebody i can see

Even ice, i , c , e

I'm fried from this ripple

And double to triple

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

That's double your skill and triple the syllables.