This is a song about "Breath stink"

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

They at the same spot they making no progress

Its four now, the clubs over

Starting to stink bury her,

Feel my wrath, take a bath, you stink.

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

They puttin out the same blueprint

Wastin all my goddamn breath

I'm hoping i confess