This is a song about "Pussy vomit"

I rhyme at speeds so supersonic, that they make you vomit.

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Every time someone says earth i vomit

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

That grows under my skin, it's infectious, atomic vomit

She say you got a pussy!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Do you think i'm crazy

I think you're a pussy

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Make emcees vomit then i comment of how the want to commit

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

And all women who had light features, see