This is a song about "Dog vomit"

And today we're still in chains

Vomit all on the drapes

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

Make emcees vomit then i comment of how the want to commit

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I wanna vomit the rawest flawless lyrics

I rhyme at speeds so supersonic, that they make you vomit.

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

So if they better than the kid

Ill solid bars that make you vomit

No match to my flow, dog

Cause i break it out a lot

That grows under my skin, it's infectious, atomic vomit

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit