This is a song about "Glasses and bad breath"

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

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

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

To the hospital when he takes his last breath and passes away

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Everything lucid thru these glasses