Ken Carson and Destroy Lonely are spelling out their syrup-soaked saga on “the acronym,” a glitchy rage-trap fever dream that crashed YouTube December 10 via Opium/Interscope Records, turning every letter into a middle finger to the mundane—O for ostrich Hermès, P for percs, and the whole damn thing for that unfiltered Opium haze.
This collab crackles with the duo’s signature alchemy: booming 808s that slither like veins under skin, hi-hats skittering like bad trips, and Future’s ghostly intro laugh setting the crash-dummy tone. It’s pluggnb at its most unhinged—think Destroy’s auto-tuned drawl melting into Ken’s razor-wire flows, produced by Akachi, Sonickaboom, and DJ Moon in ATL basements where the AC’s busted and the lean’s endless.
Thematically, it’s a coded manifesto: decoding O-P-I-U-M as a lifestyle creed, vamp life flexes on international freaks and thermal-sight heat, all laced with that numb rebellion against lames who “sing the same songs.” It’s not just braggadocio; there’s a flicker of isolation in lines like “she say she miss me, no you don’t,” a nod to the highs that blur day into night, proving these kids aren’t chasing radio—they’re scripting the underworld.
No album tether yet, but this feels like a bridge from Ken’s 2024 A Great Chaos blueprint to whatever Destroy’s brewing post-Love Lasts Forever’s cult grip. Teased in grainy Insta clips last month—Ken mugging with pink bags, Lonely iced out in the booth—it blew up overnight, 2M views and TikTok stitches turning the chorus into a perc-popping ritual. Collab magic aside, it’s Opium’s family affair: Future’s ad-lib stamp, the YVL shouts echoing their teenage tear-ups turned empire.
Right now, Carson and Lonely are the dark princes of rage, 25 and stacking like fiends—Ken fresh off Chaos’s Billboard siege and that surprise Ye feature last spring, Lonely riding Forever’s stream surge into sold-out Fillmore nights. They’ve evolved from SoundCloud shadows to label lords, ditching raw demos for this polished paranoia, but the core’s unchanged: trap as therapy, flex as armor. It’s their way of saying the acronym’s bigger than the words—live it, or get left in the rearview.
Dive into the the acronym lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Ken Carson & Destroy Lonely tracks for more of their Opium-fueled rage vibes.
| Lead Vocals | Ken Carson & Destroy Lonely |
| Songwriter | Ken Carson, Destroy Lonely, Akachi, Sonickaboom & DJ Moon |
| Music Producer | Akachi, Sonickaboom & DJ Moon |
| Label | Opium & Interscope Records |
| Mastering Engineer | Colin Leonard |
| Mixing Engineer | Ben Lidsky |
| Phonographic Copyright ℗ | Opium & Interscope Records |
| Distributor | Universal Music Group |
| Release Date | December 12, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Opium & Interscope Records |
Lyrics of the acronym by Ken Carson & Destroy Lonely
[Intro: Future]
Crash Dummy, Goin’ Retarded, Spendin’ Cash Money
Hahaha
The O Stand For Ostrich, The Hermès Bag Came Pink
The P Stand For Percocet, I Just Threw Back Like Three
And The I Stand For International, I’ve Got A Europe Freak
She Ask Me What U And M Stand For, That’s You And Me
She Asked Me What YVL Stand For, That Young Vamp Life
She Say She Miss Me, No, You Don’t, If You Did, Would’ve Been On A Flight
Every Day I Wake Up, Get Fleek, Pour A Four, Make The Daytime Feel Like Night
These Niggas Ain’t Havin’ No Heat, How You Know I’m Havin’ Thermal Sight? [Verse 1: Destroy Lonely]
I Got Gold On My Teeth And My Neck Flooded Out With Diamonds
I Just Stepped On The Opp Like A Bug, Then Pulled Off In A ‘rari Spider
Soon As I Press The Button, I Take Off To Where I Desire
Soon As She Come Through And F**k Me, She Leave From Here So Inspired
These Niggas Keep Singin’ The Same Songs
I’m Too High, Can’t See Shit, I’m In The Club, I Got My Shades On
She A Succubus, She Wanna Suck Me Up Until Her Face Gone
I’m F**kin’ Fresh, She Wanna F**k On Me And F**k My Taste, Woah
I’m Poured Up, Yeah, I Been Noddin’ Off Right At The Table
This Opium, We Got Hella Drugs For Your Main Ho
I’m Goin’ To Hell, I Been Servin’ Fenty And Fake Dope
Them Jigger Pills, They Stay In Yo’ Spine, Please, Don’t Take Those [Verse 2: Ken Carson]
She Do Fentanyl, She ’bouta Snort A Line, She Play With Her Nose
Ain’t Sendin’ Her No Rolls, Huh, ’bouta Cry In This Rolls Royce, Okay
Neck And Wrist On Froze, Got Diamonds On In The Plain Jane
Ball Like Sga, My Whole Gang Got Championship Rings
It’s O-P-I-U-M, Big YVL, I Make You Feel That Flame
I’m F**kin’ This B**ch On Fent, Say She ’bouta Cum But I Already Came
My Boy Throw Up B’s, It Stand For Blood, Not Bentley Mulsanne
Give A F**k What You Bang, What You Claim, F**k Yo’ Gang [Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah
I’m Rollin’ Paper Plain On A Private Plane, And My AP Plain
F**king Right On This Zombie B**ch, She F**ked Around, Dropped The Brain
Got Your Ho On Opiates, It’s Opium Everything
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
The O Stand For Ostrich, The Hermès Bag Came Pink
The P Stand For Percocet, I Just Threw Back Like Three
And The I Stand For International, I’ve Got A Europe Freak
She Ask Me What U And M Stand For, That’s You And Me
She Asked Me What Yvl Stand For, That Young Vamp Life
She Say She Miss Me, No, You Don’t, If You Did, Would’ve Been On A Flight
Every Day I Wake Up, Get Fleek, Pour A Four, Make The Daytime Feel Like Night
These Niggas Ain’t Havin’ No Heat, How You Know I’m Havin’ Thermal Sight?
