This is a song about "Throwup"

You might not understand my speech but you can feel the heat

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

See rap is drying thin like anorexics trying to vomit more,

Self-esteem at top cream of the cream, i score the green, whore.

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

This monster that lingers in me so abs#truse to conjure up these sentences of dis#pute