This is a song about "Psychedelic drugs"

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

It's a hard time keeping my hands off the drugs

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

My psychedelic clarity

Call me up late while im on drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Psychedelic influences cast me into a lyrical rap school never mentioned,

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

All dem niggas gonna hate

A fucking psychedelic arcade