This is a song about "Last mothafucka breathin"

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Hardest mothafucka on this rhyme.

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Evil conscionce like to late mothafucka you already said it

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

What's 50 grand to a mothafucka like me, can you please remind me

Pins her down, now she's barely breathin'

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Beef with me you best believe you won't be breathin at all

I never crack i got that chap stick

Jesus christ, i'm breathin' life into the mic,

The rough life, i just be up nights, breathin with scuffed nike's

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze