This is a song about "Glasses and bad breath"

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Everything lucid thru these glasses

Here i go again, falling in love

High off life? my nigga not even

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Worshiping goat headed deities and breath in,

We pray while we prey on competition

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I'll spill your guts and i'll murder you till your last breath,

Then rinse and repeat on every emcee with one single breath

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Flow can make you lose your breath pass out and turn blue

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you