This is a song about "Puke"

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

And now your best friend's having kids

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

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

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait