This is a song about "Moma couldnt breathe thought she was dead"

Boom! now that she is dead

That's boa, see that's my set

She don’t give her nigga head

Now you wish i was dead,

Of course she was dead,but it was alright

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

But it didn't matter, she was a good as dead.

Your heart was false just like the words you said

When she walked away swore i thought she was gonna look back

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

When i was delivered by the doc he stated i was dead

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

She loved seeing me having a hard time trying to breathe.