This is a song about "Nefarious acid trips slipping galaxies"

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

The world's mask of sanity, has started slipping.

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Making it happen, vegas on acid

See i let my nigga split that

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

I can feel your heart beating fast

No slipping in ya act

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

But i’m not making trips lab to lab every single day,

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay