This is a song about "Cumshot ejaculation"

Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Haven't slept for days

So i cum in her face

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm.

I am a storm so do the math.

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

J. cole runnin' late

And ejaculate, it feels great