This is a song about "Inhaler"

Y'all similes is literal shit

In a pair of acid wasted

This lactic acid is tormenting me

Third ward general, young cash money

Force-fed through a tube made outta licorice

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Feeling the complex effects of the acid tablet

Spitting acid, melting all the spirits away

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Too savage, i gurgle acid

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks