This is a song about "Nauseous"

The garden of eden is far, it makes me nauseous breathing,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

And the way the play the fame game is making me nauseous,

Murders make me nauseous,

She can make a pimp fall in love

All we need is convienient love

And make all you nauseous

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I make myself sick now i'm feelin a little nauseous

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Simple shit but still y'all love making me nauseous in pain

On the slow jam of love

Spit it and leave you nauseous

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Now, you're nauseous and dormant anger now monstrous,