This is a song about "Hurl"

And he, what's his name, earl

Ya shell be aight never hurl

Because your raps are stating to make me hurl

Hey, girl, say, girl, ain't no time to play, girl

Facing all this drama when mama's just a little girl

I try not to think of my past to much otherwise i might hurl

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

Hurl the bullshit, these words of sweat and tears will soon be heard.

Now i’m stuck here hollerin' at old girl

Pushed twirled and rushed no time to hurl

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I'll make you hurl i'm sick and higher than a squirrel would sit

But happy cause she knows it's a girl

And stop saying they make us hurl

And your productivity is the reason i interest, ambitious girl

I won't give it to you just like your girl even that bitch wants to make me hurl,