This is a song about "Acid trips"

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

In a pair of acid wasted

Another love song about shit

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

It's all good, finna dog that

But i have only done acid

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Tipping acid, little ratchet