This is a song about "Party nauseous"

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Tell mummy i'm sorry, this life is a party

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Smoking on a marley

Toast, toast to the party!

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

I am the show and the after party

We on a world tour, wale your man

Frat party rappers im so much "fresher" than

Everytime you come around

Keep the party turned round

And make all you nauseous

Hop off the bus

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Cause im here throwing the party