This is a song about "Tariq hot breath"

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

Gone from my life like the air i breath

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

The doctor has arrived just be patient

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

I'm hoping i confess

Put that weak shit down before i take away your last breath

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Go back under water, gotta catch my breath

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath