This is a song about "Carbon dioxide and oxygen cycle"

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

And this cycle will never stop. what the fuck,

Information not valuable oxygen will be taxable

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Or else the endless cycle continues and rotates

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

And breaking the cycle not following your genes

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Drowning motherfuckas need oxygen

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

And slid back north of course to pen more

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!