This is a song about "Nauseous"

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Murders make me nauseous,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Niggas talk with limited service

Spit it and leave you nauseous

And make all you nauseous

Hop off the bus

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

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

And make all you nauseous

So let 'em chase love