This is a song about "Lsd"

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

We got some lsd at santa cruz

One time for the girls with the right shoes

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

And i ain't talkin clumsy, lsd on that shit

What them tippers don't see

I don't fuck with that lsd/

She's green with jealousy, dreaming in lsd

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free