This is a song about "Last mothafucka breathin"

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

More potential? hah mothafucka don't tease me

Fire the nine, right through spine, down to the lion, mothafucka i ain't lying!

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survived

Ugly mothafucka lookin like the it clown, when i stand up to the mic just sit down

That i was thinkin' about writin' about, but my stream of thoughts crowded around

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Rarely seein, barely breathin you know that i'm turning purple,

I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal