This is a song about "Lsd"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

We got some lsd at santa cruz

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

Must be something you want me to see

She's green with jealousy, dreaming in lsd

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I don't fuck with that lsd/