This is a song about "Vomit"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Vomit, spew droplets, poppet on the prophet who claims a honest promise.

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

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

For the occasion, paper planes

Vomit all on the drapes

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

They replied "no", "never", "nope", "fuck no" and "i think im gonna vomit".