This is a song about "Bad breathe"

I cant breathe, emphysema

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

So spit it and keep repeating it, 'till we can't breathe,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

4-3... yea, remember that please

Now i can't even breathe

I felt something awaken within me. a new way to breathe.

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Flow so gross i infect hosts just from when i breathe

As much as i wanna leave

Now i can barely breathe

And ya'll don't know no beef

As you, pretend to breathe

Ruining the air that everybody's gotta breathe,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees