This is a song about "Gasping for air"

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Collapsing to the floor gasping like heisenberg your not fine,

Might as well prepare

I can smell it in the air

She was hit in the crash as she was passing i'm gasping

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

You'll be the one ashen, and all, ain't gonna be gasping for long

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Five in the air for the parents not scared to tell the kids that nothing his holding them back

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

No air for you, the only way your living is cuz im breathing in your lungs!

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts