This is a song about "Lungs functioning"

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs

Lungs soft as fuck/ your coughing up

It's not making sense to you right now but

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Front and get your lungs broke, shattered like glass

Used to find dope in his coat

Lungs get filled with potent smoke

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I'm the most evil ever created, already infestin your lungs

Way too much right here is at stake

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

Let the smoke drift away whilst your lungs fill with tar,

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far