This is a song about "Stomach xploding"

Our raps make me spit stomach bile

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Fill my lungs portray for the moment embracing until my stomach turns

Know that it’s god working

Yo damn stomach churning

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

You own and hide it under ya fat stomach

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

Car with no limit what

Like mgk i have a weak stomach/

I brought something home to quiet the stomach rumblings

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears