This is a song about "Lucas bad breath"

Go back under water, gotta catch my breath

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

They make it hard to get a breath,

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

The more that i recollect, i spit with fresher breath,

Wastin all my goddamn breath

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

My breath escapes up out my throat