This is a song about "Your breath stink"

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

I could think of a couple positions for you

Flow can make you lose your breath pass out and turn blue

You stink like a lit tire

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Cut your breath and don’t think

If i lost you be patient

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

The freshness of my breath bring your death

And put it together

Starting to stink bury her,