This is a song about "Glasses and bad breath"

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Woke up this morning, bad breath and a hard dick

It's hinted, and my glasses were tinted

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

And just looked at the whole situation

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

So i wake up in the morning and smell the suns breath

And dont expect to breath when i grapple

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Told me whats good and bad

The crown ruler is back

This is everything that we call hype

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/

I'm hoping i confess

So close your eyes and hold your breath,