This is a song about "Glasses and bad breath"

Cut your breath and don’t think

I am just an artist

All we need is convienient love

Everything lucid thru these glasses

Woke up this morning, bad breath and a hard dick

Listening to aston martin music music

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Be the ocean, where i unravel

And dont expect to breath when i grapple

And there's little to be glad for

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus