This is a song about "Stank breath"

Wastin all my goddamn breath

Wish i could shed all these tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I got laugh till the last breath

Yes sir, please confess

That make it hard to breath

Trailor trash, ill choke you to your last breath

They at the same spot they making no progress

My culture's smiling, getting more in depth with each breath

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

The more that i recollect, i spit with fresher breath,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells