This is a song about "Anaerobic respiration"

Receiving a win in the end is what i'm achieving,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

All the threats im currently receiving are happening occasionally

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Cutting up the skin and there pulmonary veins and ill tape it

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Competitors smoke dung in the lung

Cover our habitation in bullshit, no ventilation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I'm the book, the king of receiving prizes.

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Let that arm rest, put the weed down, clear ya lung chest

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

This that elevated ventilation,