This is a song about "Dick breath"

I decided my pride is just why i resist

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

So breath, step back and reflect,

My project is like what pros inject

Cut your breath and don’t think

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

That make it hard to breath

I don't fear death

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

My breath escapes up out my throat

Where rules get followed

I'm hoping i confess

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes