This is a song about "Weed acid percs molly"

So let me be clear, if not for christ i wouldnt be here, still on percs and vikes

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

And his whole cast deployed sixteens of acid

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

I put the nigga in his casket

But i have only done acid

Acid addict, costly avid actor

Yeah, right, get over here faster

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

High as nasa on acid, acid tone

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Prolly getting high like a popped ollie/popped molly