This is a song about "Buring acid"

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

We race foreign cars, custom models

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Here’s a tab of acid for your ear

Because there ain't no coming back from that

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

Feeling the complex effects of the acid tablet

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Spitting acid, melting all the spirits away

These fools probably took a tablet of acid

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

And his whole cast deployed sixteens of acid

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

That's the master plan, like candle wax it's acid damn,

You always say you wasn't ready for no man