This is a song about "She takes my oxygen away"

I'm not degrading my crusade what i do takes skill,

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

Another round what the song say

We buy out stores till its all too gone

So she takes some whit pills and says so long

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

She answers and we leave like we were meant to be, than we hop into my ride a drive away slowly,

She step away and that's when i see my daughter

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Brain starved of oxygen, she begins to decommission,

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track