This is a song about "Hot breath"

Cut your breath and don’t think

Beach on the weekend

When static taste my breath

I can taste the salt from my tears

And i'm a just take another guess

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Go back under water, gotta catch my breath

I just play my part make moves like chess

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Cause i break it out a lot

Nightmares haunt me in my sleep, i can't take a breath,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Wastin all my goddamn breath

Baby i’mma mess, mess