This is a song about "Photosynthesis respiration"

On poetry of rap i breath bright to exhale the feel sleight

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

You just working with the scraps you was given

Deep down got a burning ambition,

I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Got em burning from infernal fires internally

Look it something they can't ever see

Exhale the best lyricist to be

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Try to exhale but when you fail i'll be kissing your bitch too.

I'm despicable, burning off all these syllables/

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection