This is a song about "Dog vomit"

I smoke and let the tree talk

No match to my flow, dog

Cause i break it out a lot

And control this shit yourself dog.

Flying but the violent vomit spitting scorches all the tongs

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Ill solid bars that make you vomit

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Vomit, spew droplets, poppet on the prophet who claims a honest promise.

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

When i hear you spit all i want to do is vomit/

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad