This is a song about "You gave me butterflies in my stomach"

My mom gave me two selections

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Now i need something in my stomach cause i haven't ate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

The greed inside my soul gave me shove,

Thought this was forever love

Run for cover and return fire

Our raps make me spit stomach bile

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Catch you up on places i've been

...my god gave me permission

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free