This is a song about "Choking now"

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Coughing up blood and choking on ya huge pride

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Now shes choking on another mans dick,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Now, you're nauseous and dormant anger now monstrous,

Now you see me and now you don't

We forever be real, we'll never fold

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Why you boasting, end up choking, like eminem on 8 mile when the black dude

So don't ask me why they strung out

Now now, don't cry and pout

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

And their throats be, closin up in fear till their choking