This is a song about "Puke"

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

N ur her puke who use to look us fck outa d dogs plate,

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

I'm sick enough to give the fuckin flu until you puke n' heave

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute