This is a song about "Being on acid"

Focusing on being what you wanted to be.

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Im on acid trips it looks like vultures and there wings are flapping

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Are my ticket to being the richest man on earth

I've become immune to you no name haters

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

When trippin' high on acid, this is my relapse part two,

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.