This is a song about "The man who cant breathe"

Bitch i'm from the motor, motor

Who cant get any broker

Now every one cant wait and see, cuz the only ones who know me most are family

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Neurotic thought patterns, the need of room to breathe

The hairdresser who makes hair longer so she cant see you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Can you tussle and breathe with the shit,

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Who cant see they can do it both, they made the most

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Must confess i nearly felt the reaper's breathe

Till the moment you've stop breathe

Five shots she ready to leave