This is a song about "Function of the lungs"

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Please, just peep the crystal method where

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through.

The smoking && injuries made mom's lungs weak && her body hurt

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I felt like i was beaten in the lungs so there's no breathing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

And now it's clear as this promise

As my whole soul stole the halls to my lungs

Because my brain doesn't function right.

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

On my tongue and in my lungs