This is a song about "Breathing"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Looked from behind and i think i stopped breathing,

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

This heathen is breathing and heaving

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

I hear your breathing, you've been running/

Wait, now it's about eight something

I won't blow it, won't stop until i quit breathing,

Now this is what i call an evening

Hiking till my feet are bleeding and the water blocks my breathing

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Heavy breathing out like an old man

He's probably done with breathing.

Light skinned women, all sex everything