This is a song about "Lsd"

I don't fuck with that lsd/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We got some lsd at santa cruz

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

She's green with jealousy, dreaming in lsd

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd