This is a song about "Vomit"

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

But i'm so sick of this world, i'm just trying to vomit

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

Am i the unsung hero? oh yes if you asking anybody that's aware of the classics

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Flying but the violent vomit spitting scorches all the tongs