This is a song about "Tariq hot breath"

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

And it don’t stop

Cause i'm always served hot

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Gone from my life like the air i breath

And i'mma keep ya fresh

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

They at the same spot they making no progress

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

Carefree i don’t need the stress

I got laugh till the last breath

Hold my tears i tried my best

So breath, step back and reflect,

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less