This is a song about "Dam daniel gilbert your breaths stinks"

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

No god dam way of communication

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Its evident that i come across so dam relevant

Imma take a flight and fly out to the dam

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Heavy breaths slowing heart now my skin is gettin chilly

Dam i see my trust with him wait fu that last part

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard