This is a song about "Pussy vomit"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Vomit, spew droplets, poppet on the prophet who claims a honest promise.

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

When i hear you spit all i want to do is vomit/

Said she had nice pussy

It's obvious i'm crazy

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

That i can't stand or stomach it, i vomit in my seat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Known for throwing up so ima vomit on this beat

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

My legs shake i want to vomit as i wait for you