This is a song about "Puke"

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Big stacks, no lego bricks

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul