This is a song about "The gasp"

The bigger the the fun

Yeah i ain't done

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I put these poems all in these songs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Latin and asians, black, caucasian

Eyes poked out the the raven

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole

Your stupid i'm through with your views, slowly stewing you fools, like a casserole

And i love you all

From the bench to the ball

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Victory is within my grasp, arrow to your throat i'm there 'till you take that last gasp

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped