This is a song about "Lsd mdma"

I don't fuck with that lsd/

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

We got some lsd at santa cruz

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

Must be something you want me to see

She's green with jealousy, dreaming in lsd