This is a song about "Fart breath"

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

So breath, step back and reflect,

Your new man got my respect

During the moments shudder, i steady my breath

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Go back under water, gotta catch my breath

Baby i’mma mess, mess

They make it hard to get a breath,

While shitting or fart, hard enough to

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Cut your breath and don’t think

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says