This is a song about "Party nauseous"

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Murders make me nauseous,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

School just finished it's time to party

Toast, toast to the party!

I got the right to be cocky

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Radical larry, party, and bullshit

Smoking on a marley

Toast, toast to the party!

Let's get, get, get this to the party!

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see