This is a song about "Breathin"

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

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

Rarely seein, barely breathin you know that i'm turning purple,

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

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

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys