This is a song about "Lsd"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

We got some lsd at santa cruz

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

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

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

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

She's green with jealousy, dreaming in lsd

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I don't fuck with that lsd/