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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Pop a few xanies in lieu of you/the high gave me a brand new view.

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Gave you everything/ even though you liked testing my patience

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

You gave me hell whether or not i asked for it