This is a song about "Breathe bad"

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I cant breathe, emphysema

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Seems like a cold place and its hard too breathe

I breathe in the fire

That i will leave earth with her

Till the moment you've stop breathe

I'm why baby mommas leave

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

But there's nothing i havnt tried to breathe

Got her going down, no teeth

Fallin to my knees, i cant breathe