This is a song about "Eating vomit"

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

That i can't stand or stomach it, i vomit in my seat

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

And no longing for dates

Vomit all on the drapes

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Every time someone says earth i vomit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

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

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip