This is a song about "Carboxyl"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Chance of rapping on acid, but actually magic

A dopehead with a couple doses, of moses waves so somatic

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

I'll evade the strife and will never take my life for granted...

I spit acid and destroy facets of sound//

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Then i was abandoned,

But i have only done acid

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Kid, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger