This is a song about "Puke"

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks