This is a song about "Puke"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

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

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

So here i am at the store for some chips