This is a song about "Eating vomit"

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

With some bartles and james

Vomit all on the drapes

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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