This is a song about "Lsd"

I don't fuck with that lsd/

Hopin' that my niggas see

She's green with jealousy, dreaming in lsd

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

We got some lsd at santa cruz

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

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