This is a song about "Eat vomit"

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

But i'm so sick of this world, i'm just trying to vomit

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

My legs shake i want to vomit as i wait for you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them