This is a song about "Holding my breath"

I still a late night solder till my last breath

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

When static taste my breath

Spending her time with him i guess

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

If i got life left i'm not catching my breath

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I still a late night solder till my last breath

During the moments shudder, i steady my breath

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

The freshness of my breath bring your death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells