This is a song about "Breathing fire"

The lights off/ all you hear is heavy breathing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Breathing hardly, how, finally faltered,

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

This heathen is breathing and heaving

I was born to do the damn thing

They're all light skinned barely breathing

Your on fire.. your on fire

I pipe in and one night her

Don't want to be the king

He's probably done with breathing.

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Until it comes to me as easy as breathing

But that won’t stop your breathing

Bun b, i’m underground king