This is a song about "Bad breath"

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Better yet, we used to take the next step in every breath,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

The more that i recollect, i spit with fresher breath,

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Go back under water, gotta catch my breath

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Wish i could shed all these tears

They make it hard to get a breath,

Now move a little bit to the left

So breath, step back and reflect,