This is a song about "Deep breath what s next treasure chest heaven sent"

Hold my breath under the ocean's surface til my chest be aching

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Are what i wrote and i sent her

I take a deep breath , if i have any left.

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

Presidents claiming they heaven sent there scent is stench you gotta stay away

What heaven awaits we don't know

Ballin til the buzzer blow

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

With 2 15's n a 400 watt amp, had me intrigued as to see what's next.

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I'm an adolescent, i'm not heaven sent, here's my confession