This is a song about "Breathin"

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Breathin' slow, ghetto air makes it harder to say,

Rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

He doesn't give but then again i guess that i'm still breathin' life,

They say your name for attention

Pins her down, now she's barely breathin'

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Beef with me you best believe you won't be breathin at all