This is a song about "Breath"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

That make it hard to breath

And i'mma keep ya fresh

I'll spill your guts and i'll murder you till your last breath,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

My culture's smiling, getting more in depth with each breath

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

Don't mean to be impatient

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz