This is a song about "Anaerobic respiration"

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

In exchange he gave a name, fame, money and a lyrical rage

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

It's mine now and i'll never return it

And this will be the song that we sing

(look out!) omg... is he breathing?

Spit suffocating my breathing

About the way i'm feeling

Im sick of cuttin grass so im chuggin gas

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

A break from what you hearing

Extensive tree breathing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

This heathen is breathing and heaving

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

Get booty set sail on coast inhale no choke exhale no smoke no joke...