This is a song about "Shrooms and acid"

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

I spit acid and destroy facets of sound//

And i can still feel my hands, guess i need some better acid

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Acid seeps in and your high as a kite, i might destroy you i

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

I'm madder then the hatter after he dropped acid and fell off of his ladder

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Im on acid trips it looks like vultures and there wings are flapping