This is a song about "Amino acids"

Here’s a tab of acid for your ear

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

After that swore i'd never do acid again.

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

Like a small garage in your backyard

But i have only done acid

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid