Just like Arkosh Kovash

To his credit, while the extended metaphor he rides for the duration of this song is only sometimes slick, it’s pretty hard to argue with his insistence—it’s kind of like he’s beating you over the head, or better yet in the gut, with the whole “breathing” thing

No comment on this from the good people at Desert Storm Records

His rhyming style is quick, smooth and agile, just like a handsome little two-door sedan

Contrary to popular belief, there is a connotation to “wheezing” that predates Lil Wayne

But Fab’s not all preening and flossing: if wowing you with his ill-gotten gains doesn’t work—and it usually doesn’t with law enforcement—he’ll make it hard to breathe by shooting you

Yet again, Fabolous can’t go anywhere without people being mortally dumbfounded by his shoes or his ride (depending on where he’s going, I guess). A shame nobody’s told him about the Good Samaritan law

Have you ever seen a big-screen TV that made you almost choke on your own spit? No? Whatever, it’s an extended metaphor and Fabolous is attacking it with gusto

Much like the double meaning of “make it hot” in NTM’s “La fièvre”, Fab is playing on conflicting causes of suffocation: on one hand, his wealth is so impressive that onlookers can hardly catch their breath; on the other, police surveillance is so oppressive that hustlers like Fab himself can barely express themselves

Something about Fab’s most recent jewelry acquisition—size, purity, shininess, whatever—is making jealous admirers hyperventilate