This is a song about "Nauseous"

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Spit it and leave you nauseous

And make all you nauseous

Hop off the bus

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Murders make me nauseous,

And men'll chase love

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

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

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

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame