This is a song about "Lsd"

I don't fuck with that lsd/

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

We got some lsd at santa cruz

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

She's green with jealousy, dreaming in lsd

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

And all women who had light features, see

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

I just want somebody i can see