This is a song about "Your breath"

That make it hard to breath

I'm hoping i confess

Cut your breath and don’t think

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

On your throat, lungs and on your heart till your breath is lacking air to depart.

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

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

At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath

Dc has never seen such progress

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned

So close your eyes and hold your breath,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

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

The freshness of my breath bring your death