This is a song about "Nasty breath"

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Vial filled with... foul, nasty, filthy... vile bile,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

,in 3 battle and i'm nasty and grimy

The drug that they brain need

Suck my teat, nasty feet,

When static taste my breath

Dc has never seen such progress

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones