This is a song about "Vomit"

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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