This is a song about "Cant breathbreathe"

For that paper, i'mma grind

Don't mean i cant be unkind

So competition cant touch

I feel they praisin too much

Somthing that i just cant dealing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Cant forget the past, sad it cant be overlook

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

What them tippers don't see

Whips they cant afford to carry

Didn't do a thing at all

Cant take it anymore

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

Cant even make a profit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit